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OF  THE 


PSALMS  OF  DAVID. 


SUITED 

TO  THE  STATE  OF  THE  CHURCH  IN  THE 
PRESENT  AGE  OF  THE  WORLD. 


BY  ABIJAH  DAVIS, 

Minister  of  the  Gospel  at  Millville,  New-Jersey. 


O  sing  unto  the  Lord  a  new  song;  for  he  hath  done 
marvellous  things;  his  right  hand  and  his  holy  arm  hath 
gotten  him  the  victory.  Psalm  xcvii.  1. 


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PHILADELPHIA: 

PRINTED  FOR  THE  AUTHOR  BY  D.  IIEARTT. 

1813. 


District  of  New- Jersey,  ss. 
BE  IT  REMEMBERED  that  on  the  twenty-second 
day  of  May,  in  the  thirty-sixth  year  of  the  independence 
of  the  U.  S.  of  America,  Abijah  Davis,  of  the  said  district, 
hath  deposited  in  this  office  the  title  of  a  book  the  right 
whereof  he  claims  as  proprietor,  in  the  words  following, 
to  wit:  "An  American  "Version  of  the  Psalms  of  David, 
suited  to  the  state  of  the  church  in  the  present  age  of 
the  world,  by  Abijah  Davis,  minister  of  the  Gospel  at 
Millville,  New-Jersey,"  in  conformity  with  the  act  of  the 
congress  of  the  United  States,  entitled  (<  An  act  for  the 
encouragement  of  learning  by  securing  the  copies  of 
maps,  charts  and  books  to  the  authors  and  proprietors 
of  such  copies,  during  the  times  therein  mentioned." 
******  ROBERT  BOGGS, 

| L-  s •  $  eierk  of  the  District  of  N.  J . 

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PREFACE. 

THIS  American  version  of  the  Psalms  of 
David  is  intended  to  be,  as  it  were,  a  new  song 
put  into  the  mouths  of  God's  ransomed  people, 
written  in  a  language  which  they  understand, 
but  breathing  the  spirit  of  the  divine  original. 
In  executing  this  work,  the  plan  was  to  give  a 
free  verse  translation  of  the  Psalms,  making 
them  the  ground  work  of  the  new  song,  preserv- 
ing the  leading  ideas  and  metaphors,  but  varying 
the  expression  to  suit  the  circumstances  of  the 
church  in  the  present  age  of  the  world.  A  prose 
translation  strictly  literal,  is  very  difficult,  and 
not  always  just;  a  verse  translation  strictly  literal, 
is  an  impossibility  which  it  is  folly  to  attempt. 
In  a  version  of  the  Psalms  the  harmony  of  sounds 
ought  not  to  be  sacrificed  for  the  sake  of  being  a 
little  more  literal.  "  The  letter  profiteth  no- 
thing, it  is  the  spirit  that  giveth  life."  It  is 
enough  for  me,  therefore,  and  it  ought  to  satisfy 
every  unprejudiced  Christian,  if  in  this  work,  I 
have  kept  as  near  as  I  could  to  the  inspired 
model,  without  running  into  a  gingle  of  words. 

This  version  is  intended  for  the  use  of  all  the 
true  worshippers  of  God,  who  love  our  Lord 
Jesus  Christ  in  sincerity  and  truth.  There  may, 
indeed,  be  a  few  stanzas  that  will  not  exactly 
correspond  wi  h  the  received  opinions  of  some, 
but  the  author  hopes  that  they  will  have  more 
liberality  than  to  condemn  a  work  for  the  fault 
real  or  supposed)  which  they  find  with  a  few 

A  2 


4  PREFACE. 

lines.  It  ought  rather  to  lead  them  to  a  deeper 
study  of  the  scriptures  to  discover  where  the 
error  lies,  whether  in  this  work  or  in  their  own 
minds  It  is  not  by  an  intolerant  spirit,  but  by 
mutual  forbearance,  and  a  free  exchange  of 
sentiment,  that  the  several  Christian  denomina- 
tions, if  ever,  will  be  brought  to  the  unity  of  the 
faith. 

That  I  might  not  be  under  the  necessity  of 
rejecting  many  of  the  most  poetical  words,  or  of 
compelling  the  unlearned  worshipper  to  sing  with- 
out understanding,  I  have  given  in  the  margin 
an  explanation  of  the  most  difficult  terms.  An 
author  is  oftentimes  but  imperfectly  understood 
by  many,  for  want  of  a  dictionary  at  hand,  or  of 
n  sufficient  knowledge  of  the  meaning  of  words. 
By  casting  an  eye  to  the  references  the  language 
in  this  version  is  familiarized  to  almost  every 
child,  while  by  this  means  I  have  been  enabled 
to  sing  in  more  harmonious  strains.  This  prac- 
tice is  new,  but  was  it  adopted  generally  by 
authors,  I  think  it  would  greatly  tend  to  the 
improvement  of  language  and  consequent 
enlargement  of  ideas,  especially  among  ihose 
whose  opportunities  have  not  been  favorable.  I 
hope,  therefore,  that  the  scholar,  who  is  under 
no  necessity  of  such  an  help,  will  not  censure 
me  for  the  pains  which  I  have  taken  to  enable 
the  unlearned  to  sing  with  the  understanding. 

The  Psalms  are  varied  in  length  from  four 
verses  to  ten,  to  suit  times  and  circumstances. 
Where  a  Psalm  is  thought  to  be  too  long  for 
I  he  occasion,  a  partmav  in  many  cases  be  omitted, 
where  it  J,oes  not  too  much  injure  the  connex- 
ion. But  as  church  music  is  generally  perform- 
ed in  quicker  time  now,  than  in  former  ages,  it 


PREFACE.  5 

is  hoped  that  in  so  delightful  a  part  of  Christian 
worship  as  that  of  praise  to  God,  eight  or  ten 
verses  will  seldom  be  thought  tedious.  What  can 
be  said,  or  sung,  in  eight  or  ten  verses  equal  to 
the  honor  of  his  name,  "  who  loved  us  and  wash- 
ed us  from  our  sins  in  his  own  blood,"  when 
eternity  itself  would  be  too  short  to  utter  all  his 
praise? 

I  must  here  record  the  goodness  of  the  Lord 
in  preserving  my  life  to  accomplish  this  work. 
I  was  not  sixteen  years  of  age  when  I  formed 
the  resolution  that  at  forty  I  would  begin  what  is 
here  completed.  When  the  time  of  life  came  I 
without  delay  set  about  the  work,  and  by  the 
good  hand  of  my  God  upon  me  I  have  lr  ed  to 
prepare  it  for  the  press.  It  was  God,  I  trust,  who 
first  put  the  thought  into  mine  heart,  it  is  God 
has  preserved  my  life  until  I  have  accomplished 
the  design  which  I  formed  in  youth,  and  it  in  the 
execution  of  this  work  I  have  done  any  thing  to 
advance  his  kingdom  in  the  world,  not  unto  me, 
not  unto  me,  but  unto  his  name  be  all  the  glory. 
It  is,  and  will  continue  to  be,  my  rejoicing  in 
old  age,  that  I  devoted  to  God  the  prime  of  life. 
May  others  receive  as  much  pleasure  in  singing 
the  praises  of  God,  as  I  have  in  putting  this  new 
song  into  their  mouths.  May  thousands,  who 
are  now  silent  in  his  praise,  or  whose  mouths 
are  full  of  cursing  and  bitterness,  have  their 
hearts  turned,  and  their  voices  tuned,  to  strike 
the  heavenly  key  and  to  sing,  "  Worthy  is  the 
Lamb  that  was  slain  to  receive  blessing,  and 
glory,  and  honor,  and  power."  When  the  author 
sleeps  in  dust,  may  the  name  of  the  Redeemer 
still  be  sung  by  the  generations  that  shall  arise 
to  call  him  blessed.    May  other  bards  in  future 


$  PREFACE. 

ages,  when  language  shall  become  more  refined 
and  men  more  pious  and  enlightened,  strike  their 
lyres  and  vie  with  angels  in  celebrating  *he  praises 
of  the  incarnate  Word.  O  may  the  name  of  our 
God,  and  of  our  Redeemer,  be  praised  in  every 
age,  in  every  nation,  and  in  every  language,  in 
strains  that  has  never  yet  been  reached  by  any  of 
his  ransomed  people  on  earth.  May  our  moun- 
tains and  our  rivers,  our  streets  and  our  groves, 
echo  the  joyful  sound, "  Salvation  to  God  and  the 
Lamb;"  while  our  sons  and  our  daughters  to  the 
chief  singer  on  the  stringed  instruments,  join  the 
heavenly  host  and  sing,  "  Glory  to  God  in  the 
highest,  peace  on  earth  and  good  will  to  man." 

ABIJAH  DAVIS. 
Millville,  May  3,  1813. 


PSALMS  OF  DAVID. 


PSALM  1.    CM. 
Saints  and  sinners  characterized. 
1  "QLEST  is  the  man,  who  fears  to  sin, 
And  evil  ne'er  commits; 
The  sinner's  way  he  stands  not  in, 
Nor  with  the  scoffer  sits. 
2_  The  word  of  truth  directs  his  way, 
The  law  is  his  delight, 
He  reads  its  precepts  thro  the  day, 
And  meditates  by  night. 

3  He  like  a  tree  when  planted  near 

Where  living  water  flows, 
Shall  bear  in  plenty  year  by  year 
And  prosper  as  he  grows. 

4  Fair  as  a  leaf  of  ever-green 

Shall  his  profession  shine; 

His  fruits  of  holiness  are  seen 

Like  clusters  on  the  vine. 

5  Not  so  the  men  of  impious  lives, 

What  vain  designs  they  form; 
But  all  their  hope  of  glory  drives 
Like  chaff  before  the  storm. 

6  Sinners  in  judgment  shall  not  stand 

Among  the  sons  of  grace, 
When  Christ,  the  Judge,  at  his  right  hand 
Appoints  his  saints  a  place. 

7  The  narrow  way  that  leads  above 

Is  known  to  Jesus  well; 
But  the  broad  way  that  sinners  love, 
Cxoes  down  to  death  and  hell. 

P. 


8  PSALM  1 

PSALM  1.   S.  M. 

The  saints  hapfiy>  the  simiers  miserable, 

1  BLEST  is  the  man  of  God, 

Who  walks  not  with  his  foes; 

But  treads  the  way  that  Jesus  trod. 

And  with  the  righteous  goes. 

2  The  ways  of  sin  abhor'd 

Afford  him  no  delight, 
But  in  the  statutes  of  the  Lord 
He  reads  by  day  and  night. 

3  He,  like  a  thrifty  tree, 

Abounds  with  choicest  fruits, 
And  grace,  like  rivers,  full  and  free. 
The  sap  of  life  recruits. 

4  The  'ungodly  are  not  so; 

But  sinners  unforgiven, 
Are  like  the  chaff  that  to  and  fro 
Before  the  wind  is  driven. 

5  How  will  they  bear  to  stand 

Before  that  judgment-seat, 
Where  all  the  saints  at  Christ's  right-hand 
In  full  assembly  meet? 

6  The  Judge  of  quick  and  dead 

The  way  of  virtue  knows, 
But  sinners  and  the  way  they  tread 
His  vengeance  overthrows. 

PSALM  I.   L.  M. 

The  difference  between  the  righteous  and  wicked. 

1  HAPPY  the  man  whose  cautious  feet 
•Avoid  the  place  where  sinners  meet; 

He  'abhors  the  talk  of  impious  wits, 
Nor  with  the  scoffer  proudly  sits. 

2  The  law  is  Ms  divine  delight, 

He  reads  its  precepts  day  and  night; 


PSALM  2. 

And  while  his  soul  on  Jesus  rests 
He  well  the  sacred  text  digests. 

3  He  shall  be  like  a  tree  that  grows 
Near  where  some  gentle  river  flows, 
The  streams  of  grace,  divinely  free, 
Shall  fertilize  the  growing  tree. 

4  The  'ungodly  are  not  so — They  find 
No  long  continuing  peace  of  mind; 
As  chaff  that  's  blown  along  the  skies 
So  all  their  hope  of  glory  flies. 

5  The  'ungodly,  therefore,  shall  not  stand 
In  judgment,  when  with  stern  command 
The  sovreign  Judge,  with  awful  frown, 
Shall  thus  to  sorrow  doom  them  down. 

C  "  My  saints  the  way  to  glory  trod, 
The  narrow  way  that  leads  to  God; 
In  broader  paths  you  lov'd  to  stray, 
Depart,  and  perish  in  your  way.'* 

PSALM  2.    S.  M. 
The  kingdom  of  Christ. 

1  WHY  do  the  heathen  rage, 

Till  Christ  their  Lord  be  slain? 
Why  should  the  people  all  engage 
To  'attempt  a  thing  so  vain? 

2  Combin'd  to  tread  him  down, 

The  kings  in  council  say, 
"  Come,  let  us  trample  on  his  crown, 
And  cast  his  laws  away." 

3  The  Lord  of  glory  smil'd 

And  laugh'd  his  foes  to  scorn, 
Who  rag'd  against  his  holy  child, 
The  mighty  Savior  born. 

4  He  spake,  and  vext  them  sore, 

Who  did  the  Son  provoke; 


10  PSALM  2. 

Loud  as  his  awful  thunders  roar, 
The  'almighty  Father  spoke! 

5  "  On  Zion's  heavenly  hill 

His  throne  shall  ever  stand, 
He,  who  disputes  his  sovreign  will. 
Shall  ne'er  possess  the  land. 

6  I  're  made  a  firm  decree, 

He  's  mine  anointed  one; 
This  day  have  1  begotten  thee, 
O  my  beloved  Son. 

7  The  world  from  pole  to  pole 

To  thee  shall  look  and  live; 
Ask  me,  my  Son,  and  take  the  whole. 
For  earth  is  mine  to  give. 

8  Thou  shalt  the  rebels  quell, 

And  rule  with  iron  rod, 
Shalt  dash  the  vessels  down  to  hell 
That  dare  to  'oppose  their  God." 

9  Be  wise,  ye  judges,  now, 

And  serve  the  Lord  with  fear; 
Ye  king's,  before  your  sovreign  bow, 
His  word  with  trembling  hear. 

10  Accept  his  offer'd  love, 

With  faith  and  reverent  awe, 
Nor  think  your  royal  powers  above 
Submission  to  his  law. 

11  But  if  you  disobey, 

You  perish  cm  the  place; 
For  blest  are  they,  and  only  they, 
Who  trust  his  sovreign  grace. 

PSALM  2.    C.  M. 

The  fnirjiose  of  sinners  frustrated. 
I  WHY  did  the  Jewish  nation  rage 
W'ith  unrelenting  strife? 


PSALM  2.  11 

In  council  why  did  kings  engage 
To  slay  the  Lord  of  life? 

2  This  man  shall  ne'er  become  our  Lord, 

His  foes  rebellious  say; 
Then  slight  his  grace  with  one  accord 
And  cast  his  laws  away. 

3  The  Lord,  who  sits  above  the  skies, 

Beholds  what  sinners  do; 
His  awful  word  like  lightning  flies 
And  strikes  their  spirits  thro. 

4  u  Behold  the  man  you  dar'd  to  kill, 

Has  risen  and  left  the  dead; 
His  throne  is  fixt  on  Zion's  hill, 
The  crown  is  on  his  head. 

5  I  will  declare  the  sure  decree 

And  own  him  for  my  son; 

This  day  have  I  begotten  thee, 

O  thou,  most  Holy  One. 

6  Ask  me,  my  Son,  and  then  enjoy 

The  utmost  heathen  lands; 
Thy  rod  of  iron  shall  destroy 
The  rebel  who  withstands." 

7  Be  wise,  ye  haughty  princes,  now, 

No  more  with  Jesus  vie; 
Low  in  his  royal  presence  bow, 
For  if  he  frown  ye  die. 

8  Salute  the  Son  with  kind  embrace; 

If  once  his  wrath  inflame, 
How  blest  are  they,  who  trust  his  grace 
And  own  the  Savior's  name. 

PSALM  2.    L.  M. 

Christ  reigning  over  his  enemies. 
I  WHY  did  the  heathen  nations  rage? 
What  had  the  friend  of  sinners  done? 

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12  PSALM  % 

That  Jew  and  Gentile  both  engage 

To  slay  the  Lord's  anointed  one. 
2  His  foes,  combin'd  in  council,  say, 

"  We  '11  ne'er  submit  to  Jesus'  crown; 
Come,  let  us  cast  his  laws  away, 

And  tread  the  man  of  sorrows  down." 
o  The  Lord,  who  high  in  glory  reigns, 

Derides  the  words  with  which  they  speak; 
All  heaven  a  bursting  laughter  feigns, 

At  rage  so  strong  and  power  so  weak! 

4  Now  shall  he  speak  and  vex  them  sore, 

A  word  from  God,  the  proud  confounds, 
Loud  as  his  awful  thunders  roar, 
His  voice  of  indignation  sounds. 

5  "  I  will  maintain  his  royal  throne, 

On  Zion  s  everlasting  hill; 
Rais'd  from  the  dead  he  reigns  alone, 
And  bows  the  nations  to  his  will. 

6  Jesus  shall  reign  from  pole  to  pole, 

Thro  distant  circles  draw  his  line; 
Ask  me,  my  Son,  and  take  the  whole, 
The  world's  remotest  parts  are  thine. 

7  Thy  foes  shall  know  that  Christ  is  God, 

When  they  shall  see  thy  lightning  flash; 
For  thou  shalt  break  them  with  thy  rod, 
And  down  to  hell  the  wicked  dash." 

8  Be  wise,  ye  haughty  princes,  now, 

Ye  judges,  hear  his  heavenly  voice, 
Low  at  the  throne  of  Jesus  bow, 
And  with  a  trembling  fear  rejoice. 

9  His  offerM  grace  no  more  despise, 

Salute  the  son  with  kind  embrace; 
If  once  his  wrath  the  least  arise, 

Blest  are  the  men  who  trust  his  grace. 


TSALM  3.  13. 

PSALM  3.    C.  M. 

Temptations  overcome, 

1  HOW  fast,  O  Lord,  my  foes  increase. 

What  cruel  things  they  say; 
When  wilt  thou  grant  my  soul  release, 
And  drive  then   far  away? 

2  Insidious*  troublers  with  a  scoff 

Deride  thy  chast'ning  rod; 
The  Lord,  say  they,  has  cast  him  off, 
He  has  no  help  in  God. 

3  When  Satan  fills  my  soul  with  fear — 

By  fierce  temptation  driven, 
To  me  my  growing  sins  appear, 
Too  great  to  be  forgiven. 

4  But  thou  my  glory,  thou  my  shield, 

The  'uplifter  of  mine  head, 
Shalt  bring  me  conquerer  from  the  field 
And  on  the  tempter  tread. 

5  Arise,  O  Lord,  lift  up  thine  arm 

And  my  deliverer  stand, 
Till  all  my  foes,  who  seek  my  harm, 
Confess  thy  powerful  hand. 

PSALM  3    Part  2.   C.  M. 
The  force  of  prayer. 

1  I  PRAY'D,  and  Jesus  heard  my  voice 

From  Zion's  holy  hill, 
He  bid  my  sorrowing  soul  rejoice, 
And  did  his  word  fulfill. 

2  I  laid  me  down— .for  sweet  repose 

I  felt  mine  eyes  incline; 
Awhile  I  slept,  and  then  arose, 
Sustain'd  by  power  divine. 

*  Insidious,  treacherous,  diligent  to  entrap* 


14  PSALM  4. 

3  No  more  shall  terrors  make  me  'afraid. 

Thro  grace  I  can  endure; 

If  God  afford  his  powerful  aid, 

My  faith  remains  secure. 

4  Arise,  O  Lord,  to  save  the  meek, 

My  soul  in  anguish  cried; 
Almighty  God,  thy  grace  I  seek, 
Nor  can  I  be  denied. 

5  The  Lord  arose,  and  with  a  stroke 

Dispers'd  the  'ungodly  band; 
The  teeth  of  wicked  men  he  broke, 
And  not  a  foe  could  stand. 

6  Salvation  to  the  Lord  belongs, 

He  gives  the  sufferers  rest, 

He  turns  our  sorrows  into  songs 

And  makes  his  people  blest. 

PSALM  4.    L.  M. 

A  firayer  for  audience. 

\   O  GOD  my  refuge,  God  my  rest, 
Before  thy  throne  of  grace  I  fall; 
Thou  hast  enlarg'd  me  when  distrest, 
Have  mercy  now  and  hear  my  call. 

2  Ye  sons  of  men,  in  vain  you  try 

To  turn  my  glorying  into  shame; 
How  long  will  scoffers  love  to  lie, 

And  fools  reproach  my  Savior's  name? 

3  Know  that  the  Lord  has  set  apart 

His  saints,  who  humbly  serve  him  here; 
He  knows  the  man  of  upright  heart, 
And  gives  him  grace  to  persevere. 

4  Let  daring  sinners  stand  in  awe, 

And  such  amazing  grace  adore; 
Commune  with  couscience,  read  the  !a\\\ 
Believe,  repent,  and  sin  no  more. 


PSALM  4.  15 

5  When  saints  have  wrought,  with  willing  hands, 

Whate'er  the  law  enjoins  as  just, 
Their  hope  of  heaven  in  Jesus  stands, 
In  God,  and  not  in  man,  they  trust. 

6  How  many  vain  immortals  say, 

Who  will  bestow  us  any  gift? 
'Tis  not  for  earthly  things  I  pray, 
But,  Lord,  thy  light  upon  me  lift. 

7  Then  shall  my  cheerful  powers  rejoice 

At  grace  and  favor  so  divine, 
Nor  will  I  change  my  happy  choice 
For  all  their  corn  and  all  their  wine* 

8  At  peace  with  God,  I  laid  me  down 

And  nature  took  refreshing  rest; 
But  who  can  sleep,  and  bear  his  frown 
Like  embers  burning  in  his  breast? 

PSALM  4.   C.  M. 

Evening  devotion. 

1  LORD,  thou  wilt  hear  me  when  I  pray, 

To  thee  my  cries  I  send; 
I  fear  before  thee  all  the  day, 
Nor  would  I  dare  to  'offend. 

2  And  while  I  rest  my  weary  head, 

From  cares  and  bus'ness  free, 
sTis  sweet  conversing  on  my  bed, 
With  mine  own  heart  and  thee. 

3  This  evening  sacrifice  I  bring, 

And  offer  what  is  just; 
But  sov  reign  grace,  eternal  king, 
Is  all  my  hope  and  trust. 

4  I  '11  lay  me  down  in  peace  and  sleep, 

Nor  fear  the  powers  of  hell; 
Thou,  Lord,  wilt  all  my  slumbers  keep, 
With  thee  I  safely  dwell. 


16  PSALM  4.  5. 

PSALM  4.  S.  M. 

Con-versing  ivitk  God. 

1  ALMIGHTY  God,  give  ear, 

Before  thy  throne  I  fall; 
Oft  hast  thou  brought  salvation  near, 
Again  attend  my  call. 

2  How  long  will  sinners  dare 

To  'offend  the  God  above? 
How  long  attempt  my  soul  to  'ensnare, 
And  lying  seek  and  love? 

3  The  Lord  has  set  apart 

The  godly  for  his  own; 
He  knows  the  man  of  upright  heart, 
And  makes  his  virtue  known. 

4  I  fear  the  Lord  by  day, 

And  run  the  christian  race, 
At  night  I  send  my  cries  away 
To  seek  his  pard'ning  grace. 

5  While  men  transgress  the  law, 

And  tempt  destruction  down, 
My  soul  is  fill'd  with  conscious  awe, 
I  fear  my  Father's  frown. 

6  Now,  Lord,  thy  child  compose, 

Bestow  the  gift  of  sleep; 
And  when  mine  eyes  in  Jesus  close, 
My  softer  slumbers  keep. 

PSALM  5.   CM. 

Morning  Prayer. 

1  GIVE  ear,  O  God;  to  thee  I  pray. 

Consider  my  requests, 
Nor  turn  the  humble  soul  away 
That  on  thy  promise  rests. 

2  Before  the  morning  stars  grow  faint, 

And  vanish  from  the  skies, 


P3ALM  5.  17 

To  thee  will  I  direct  my  plaint, 
To  thee  lift  up  mjne  eyes. 

3  The  Lord  in  sin  has  no  delight, 

He  'abhors  the  'ungodly  band; 
The  wicked  banish 'd  from  his  sight* 
Shall  ne'er  before  him  stand. 

4  Deceitful  men  shall  die  abhorr'd, 

The  sons  of  lies  and  blood, 
Depart  forsaken  of  the  Lord, 

Destroy 'd  as  with  a  flood. 
3  But  as  for  me  I  '11  seek  his  courts, 

I  '11  in  his  house  appear; 
And  while  his  love  my  soul  transports, 

I  '11  worship  in  his  fear. 

6  O,  may  his  spirit  gently  sooth, 

And  guide  me  thro  my  race, 
Make  rugged  paths  of  duty  smooth 
And  plain  before  my  face. 

PAUSE. 

7  On  thee,  my  God,  for  help  I  call, 

Defend  my  soul  with  care; 
By  their  own  counsels  let  them  fall, 
Who  would  the  just  ensnare. 

8  O,  save  me,  Friend  of  sinners,  save 

From  all  my  faithless  foes; 
Their  throat  is  open  as  the  grave, 
Their  tongue  by  flattery  goes. 

9  The  Lord  will  crush  them  in  the  dust, 

And  all  their  plots  destroy; 
While  they,  who  make  his  name  their  trust. 
For  ever  shout  for  joy. 

10  1'he  men  who  fight  with  sin  and  hell, 

Shall  triumph  in  the  field; 
ForGod  defends  the  righteous  well, 
With  favor  as  a  shield. 


18  PSALM  6. 

PSALM  6.    C.  M. 

Complaint  in  sickness. 

1  IN  anger,  Lord,  rebuke  me  not, 

Let  all  thy  strokes  be  mild; 
Nor  let  a  Father's  wrath  grow  hot 
Against  a  feeble  child. 

2  In  sickness  hear  thy  servant  speak, 

And  ease  a  mind  perplext; 
Have  mercy,  Lord,  for  I  am  weak, 
And  all  my  bones  are  vext. 

3  Father  in  heaven,  remove  thy  rod, 

My  soul  in  mercy  save; 
For  who  deceas'd  remembers  God, 
Or  thanks  him  in  the  grave? 

4  All  night  I  make  my  bed  to  swim, 

And  wet  my  couch  with  tears; 
Mine  eyes  consume,  my  sight  grows  dim, 
But  not  thro  length  of  years. 

5  The  wicked  o'er  my  pains  rejoice; 

Depart,  ye  sons  of  strife, 
For  God  has  heard  my  weeping  voice* 
And  will  prolong  my  life. 

6  O  may  my  foes  repentant  burn 

In  sorrow's  purest  flame; 
And,  grieving  o'er  their  sins,  return, 
O'ercome  with  sudden  shame. 

PSALM  6.  L.  M. 

Temptations  in  sickness  overcome. 

1  CORRECT  me,  Lord,  with  gentle  rod, 

Nor  me  rebuke  in  dreadful  ire, 
For  who  can  bear  thy  wrath,  my  God, 
Pour'd  out  in  storms  of  liquid  fire. 

2  None  but  the  damn'd  can  understand 

The  full  import  of  Jesus'  frown \ 


PSALM  6.  19 

His  voice  is  thunder,  and  his  hand 
Swift  as  the  lightning  brings  it  down. 

3  Unless  his  love  my  life  sustain, 

I  die  beneath  his  slightest  peal; 

But  God  can  ease  my  raging  pain, 

My  broken  spirit  God  can  heal. 

4  Death,  and  a  thousand  horrors  grim, 

Amid  the  nigi.t  excite  my  fears, 
I  make  my  bed  with  tears  to  swim, 
Till  the  slow  morning  light  appears. 

5  If  God  prolong  my  vital  breath, 

I  '11  sing  his  sovreign  power  to  save; 
But  who  remembers  God  in  death, 
Or  thanks  his  goodness  in  the  grave? 

6  Depart,  ye  tempters,  from  my  soul, 

And  all  despairing  thoughts  depart; 
The  God  who  makes  his  thunders  roll, 
Will  ease  my  pain  and  cheer  my  heart. 

7  My  foes,  O  God,  o'erwhelm'd  with  shame, 

Shall  sink  in  everlasting  woes; 
Thine  eyes,' made  red  with  living  flame, 
Shall  flash  destruction  on  thy  foes. 

8  But  I  shall  ne'er  thy  wrath  abide, 

For  Jesus  bore  the  dreadful  shock; 

The  pointed  steel  that  piere'd  his  side, 

Convey'd  thy  thunder  to  my  Rock. 

PSALM  7.    Part  1.    C  M. 
The  apfieal  to  heaven. 

>  IN  thee,  O  God,  I  put  my  trust, 
And  thy  deliv'rance  crave; 
From  foes  perfidious*  and  unjust, 
My  soul  in  mercy  save. 

*  Perfidious,  faithless,  false  to  promise. 

C 


20  PSALM  7. 

2  As  hungry  lions  rend  their  prey, 

So  tyrants  act  the  whelp; 
But  who,  my  soul,  or  what  are  they, 
If  God  arise  to  help? 

3  If  first  to  move  the  deadly  strife 

I  gave  the  'offending  blow, 
Then  let  them  trample  on  my  life, 
And  lay  mine  honor  low. 

4  Did  I  within  mine  heart  conceal 

Their  venom  and  their  gall, 
I  would  not  dare  to  heaven  appeal, 
Nor  on  my  Savior  call. 

5  But  God  beholds  their  ill  intent, 

And  like  a  victor*  dar'd, 
He  hath  his  bow  of  justice  bent, 
His  arrows  are  prepar'd. 

6  Arise,  my  God,  lift  up  thine  hand, 

Their  pride  and  power  control; 
Awake  to  judgment,  and  command 
Deliv'rauce  for  my  soul. 

PSALM  7.    Part  2.    C.  M. 
Persecutors  destroyed. 

1  THE  sovreign  Judge  appears  at  length. 

The  Lord  is  seen  on  high, 
He  'exalts  himself  in  all  his  strength. 
To  bring  his  judgment  nigh. 

2  Behold  he  comes  in  bright  array, 

To  make  his  justice  known; 

Vext  with  the  wicked  every  day, 

He  comes  to  'avenge  his  own. 

3  He  knows  the  heart,  he  tries  the  reins. 

He  will  defend  the  'upright; 

*  Victor,  a  conquerer. 


PSALM  8.  21 

His  sharpest  arrows  God  ordains, 
Against  the  sons  of  spite. 

4  Unless  by  sovreign  grace  restor'd, 

The  sinner's  heart  relent, 
The  Lord  will  whet  his  glittering  sword, 
His  bow  is  ready  bent. 

5  The  instruments  of  death  arc  his, 

The  sword,  the  bow  and  spear; 
A  dreadful  foe  Jehovah  is, 
His  wrath,  ye  tyrants,  fear. 

6  Behold  the  sinner  bent  on  sin, 

How  hard  he  plies  the  spade, 
He  digs  a  pit  and  falls  therein, 
Drown'd  in  the  ditch  he  made. 

7  Sing  praises,  O  ye  joyful  saints, 

Sing  praises  to  your  King; 
For  God  has  heard  your  long  complaints, 
And  you  his  praise  must  sing. 

PSALM  8.    S.  M. 
God  is  glorious  in  creation. 

1  O  LORD,  our  Lord,  thy  name 

On  earth  is  greatly  prais'd, 
And  o'er  the  heaven's  high  starry  frame, 
Thy  glory  thou  hast  rais'd. 

2  From  babes  and  sucklings  weak 

Thou,  Lord,  dost  strength  ordain, 
To  still  thy  foes  who  'against  thee  speak, 
The  'avenger  to  restrain. 

3  When  I  the  heavens  behold, 

A  work  of  power  divine, 
The  fixed  stars  like  sparkling  gold 
Amid  the  concave  shine. 

4  The  moon  and  planets  run 

A  glorious  course  by  night, 


22  PSALM  8. 

And  all  the  day  the  'effulgent  sun 
Emits  superior  light. 

5  But  who,  my  God,  can  scan 

The  heavens  which  thou  hast  bull; " 
Or  what  is  sinful,  dying  man, 
The  heir  of  pain  and  guilt? 

6  On  Adam,  when  a  clod, 

Thou  reason  didst  bestow, 
On  earth  the  noblest  work  of  God, 
He  rul'd  the  world  below. 

7  The  sinful  human  race 

Are  rais'd  to  high  command; 
To  shining  angels  next  in  place 
The  sons  of  Adam  stand. 

8  The  tamer  beasts  obey, 

And  in  our  service  draw; 
While  savage  herds  and  beasts  of  prey 
Are  held  in  sacred  awe. 

9  O  Lord,  our  Lord,  thy  name 

On  earth  is  greatly  prais'd, 
And  o'er  the  heaven's  high  starry  frame, 
Thy  glory  thou  hast  rais'd. 
PSALM  8.      C.  M. 
A  view  of  the  heavenly  world. 

1  GREAT  Architect,  who  built  the  skies, 

Thy  wisdom  is  divine; 
From  ail  thy  works  what  wonders  rise 
And  high  in  glory  shine. 

2  While  some  against  thy  greatness  speak., 

Or  view  thy  works  in  Vain, 
From  sucklings  and  from  men  as  weak 
Thou,  Lord,  dost  strength  ordain. 

3  When  to  the  shining  worlds  afar 

My  wond'ring  eyes  I  raise, 


PSALM  9.  23 

The  rolling  orb,  and  fixed  star, 
Unite  to  give  thee  praise. 

4  These  are  thy  works,  almighty  God, 

How  perfect  is  thy  plan; 
But  what  is  man,  a  sinful  clod, 
That  thou  shouldst  visit  man! 

5  How  has  he  plung'd  himself  in  guilt, 

And  yet  he  wears  the  crown, 
And  yet  for  him  the  world  was  built, 
For  him  thy  Son  came  down! 

6  On  man  thou  reason  didst  bestow, 

He  walks  with  upright  face; 
Made  lord  of  all  things  here  below, 
To  angels  next  in  place. 

7  The  seas  to  man  allegiance  yield, 

The  skies  their  tribute  bring, 
O'er  all  the  beasts,  and  every  field, 
He  reigns  for  ever  king. 

8  Great  Architect,*  who  built  the  skies, 

Thy  wisdom  is  divine; 
From  all  thy  works  what  wonders  rise 
And  high  in  glory  shine. 

PSALM  9-    Part  1.    CM 
Rejoicing  in  God. 

1  IN  thee,  my  God,  will  I  rejoice, 

And  praise  thy  glorious  name; 
With  all  mine  heart,  and  all  my  voice, 
Thy  wonders  I  '11  proclaim. 

2  I  '11  sing  thy  majesty  and  love, 

My  God  prepares  his  throne, 
In  righteousness  he  rules  above} 
Unrivard  and  alone. 

*  Architect,  a  professor  of  the  art  of  building. 

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24  PSA  Ml  g 

3  The  Lord  maintain'd  my  humble  right, 

And  sav'd  my  sou!  irom  hell; 
The  foe,  unequal  to  the  fight, 
Before  his  presence  fell. 

4  Thou  daring  foe,  be  now  amaz'd, 

Thy  turn  has  come  to  die; 
Think  of  the  cities  thou  hast  raz'd, 
That  all  in  ruin  lie. 
;>  Thou  hast  the  sword  of  death  employ'd, 
And  dar'd  the  Saints  to  'offend; 
Destroyers  now  must  be  destroy'd, 
Perpetual  is  their  end. 

6  But  God  for  ever  shall  endure, 

Our  refuge,  and  our  rest, 
His  throne  in  judgment  stands  secure 
To  vindicate  the  'opprest. 

7  The  men  who  know  the  Lord  will  make 

His  name  their  only  trust; 
For  thou,  my  God,  canst  ne'er  forsake, 
The  faithful  and  the  just. 

8  Sing  praises  to  the  'almighty  King, 

To  God  your  voices  raise; 
Let  heaven  with  alleluas  ring, 
And  earth  resound  his  praise. 

PSALM  9.    Part  2.    C.  M. 
The  sujireme  tribunal. 

1  WHEN  God,  the  Judge  supreme  and  just, 

Shall  once  for  blood  inquire, 
Then  shall  his  saints,  who  dwell  in  dust, 
No  more  be  doom'd  to  fire. 

2  He  from  the  dreadful  gates  of  death 

Shall  his  own  children  raise; 
They  in  his  house  with  cheerful  breath, 
Shall  sing  their  Father's  praise. 


PSALM  9.  25 

3  His  foes,  who  persecute  and  slay 

The  men  of  upright  heart, 
Shall  perish  on  that  awful  day, 
And  hear  their  doom — "  Depart.'* 

4  They  have  their  snares  for  mischief  set- 

But  they  shall  on  them  tread, 
And  sinners  perish  in  the  net, 
Their  bloody  hands  have  spread. 

5  Thus  by  thy  judgments,  mighty  Lord, 

Are  thy  deep  counsels  known; 
When  men  of  mischief  die  abhorr'd 
The  snare  is  oft  their  own. 

6  Attention!  O,  ye  tyrants,  hear, 

Who  dare  the  church  to  'assail, 
The  Lord  will  put  your  hearts  in  fear, 
Your  hands  shall  not  prevail. 

PSALM  9.    Part  3.    C.  M. 
Sinners  desti'oi/d  and  suinis  saved. 

1  THE  wicked  must  depart  to  hell, 

For  God  shall  turn  them  down, 
Who  'against  his  sacred  laws  rebel 
And  tempt  his  awful  frown. 

2  Forgetful  nations  there  must  burn, 

Their  power  can  nought  perform; 
Millions  who  now  the  Savior  spurn. 

Must  brave  the  'eternal  storrn. 
J  Tho  saints  to  sore  distress  are  brought: 

And  wait  and  long  complain, 
Yet  Christ  has  their  salvation  bought 

Nor  shall  their  hopes  be  vain. 
4  The  hands  of  men  shall  not  prevail; 

Arise,  O  Lord,  arise, 
Descend  in  flaming  fire  and  hail. 

The  nations  now  surp.ise 


26  PSALM  9. 

5  Put  them  in  fear  beneath  thy  rod, 
For  then,  and  not  till  then, 
Will  they  confess  that  Christ  is  Goc1, 
And  they  but  sinful  men. 

PSALM  9.    Part  1.    L.  M. 
Babylon  is  fallen. 

1  WITH  all  mine  heart  I  '11  raise  my  voice, 
And  in  the  'eternal  God  rejoice; 

I'll  praise  thy  name,  O  thou  Most  High, 
For  thou  hast  heard  the  'oppressed  sigh. 

2  The  Lord  in  righteousness  delights, 
The  Lord  maintains  our  injur'd  rights; 
High  in  the  heavens  he  reigns  alone, 
And  sits  in  judgment  on  his  throne. 

3  When  hosts  of  hell  begin  the  'attack 
He  turns  the  'infuriate  legions  back, 
Rebukes  their  rage,  and  blots  their  name 
For  ever  from  the  book  of  fame. 

4  Thou  bloody  foe,  thou  faithless  friend, 
Destruction  is  thy  certain  end; 

For  fields  despoil'd,*  and  cities  burn'd, 
Thy  kingdom  must  be  now  o'erturn'd. 

5  The  'eternal  Judge  his  throne  prepares, 
Just  is  the  judgment  God  declares; 

"  I  '11  be  the  refuge  for  the  'opprest, 
And  give  my  weary  people  rest." 

6  The  men  who  know  the  Lord  will  trust 
A  Judge  and  Advocate  so  just; 

For  God  will  ne'er  forsake  the  meek, 
Who  humbly  his  salvation  seek. 
PSALM  9.    Part  2.    L.  M. 
Glory  and  victory. 
I  GLORY  to  God,  the  'eternal  King, 
Let  all  the  saints  in  triumph  sing; 

*  Despoil'd,  robbed,  plundered,  ravaged- 


PSALM  10.  27 

Say  what  the  Prince  of  Peace  has  done, 
And  tell  the  conquest  Jesus  won. 

2  When  God,  the  Judge,  shall  thus  inquire, 
"  Why  did  you  burn  my  saints  with  lire? 
I  heard  my  suffering  servants  cry, 

And  what  to  this  can  you  reply?" 

3  Silent  beneath  the  'almighty  frown, 
To  hell  the  bloody  race  sink  down, 
Their  feet  are  taken  in  the  net 
Their  wicked  hands  for  others  set. 

4  What  wonders  has  Jehovah  shor/n, 
By  works  of  judgment  God  is  known; 
The  'assaulting  foe  is  oft  ensnar'd, 

Destroy'd  by  works  his  hands  prepar'd. 

5  The  Lord  to  hell  shall  sinners  turn, 
Forgetful  nations  there  must  bum, 
Their  numbers  fail — no  royal  names 
Can  save  them  from  eternal  flames. 

6  The  poor  are  trampled  in  the  dust, 
But  God  will  ne'er  forget  the  just, 
Nor  shall  their  expectation  fail, 
Nor  shall  the  power  of  man  prevail. 

7  Arise,  O  J^ord,  in  all  thy  might, 
To  judge  the  heathen  in  thy  sight; 
Dismay'd  with  fear,  the  nations  then 
Shall  know  themselves  to  be  but  men, 

PSALM  10.    C.  M. 
The  complaint, 
1  WHY  does  the  Lord  so  far  stand  off? 
Why  hide  himself  so  long? 
In  times  of  grief,  when  traitors  scoff 
And  tyrants  do  me  wrong. 
%  The  wicked  persecutes  the  meek, 
lie  makes  the  'oppressed  sigh; 


28  PSALM  10. 

His  lofty  soul  disdains  to  seek 
The  God  that  rules  en  high. 

3  He  boasts  of  nil  his  heart's  desire. 

He  bltsses  men  abhorr'd; 
"  The  Lord,  says  he,  will  rot  require. 
And  who  regards  the  Lord?" 

4  His  mouth  is  full  of  envious  guile, 

His  heart  with  pride  is  blown, 
He  murders  with  a  treacherous  smile. 
Nor  thinks  the  'intention  known. 

5  As  lions  roaring  from  the  den, 

O'er  all  the  forest  prey; 
So  he  devours  the  sons  of  men, 
Infuriate*  more  than  they. 

6  A  lie  for  truth  he  dares  to  'avouch,t 

The  poor  his  friend  he  calls, 
Deceiv'd  by  such  an  humble  crouch, 
He  by  his  strong  one  falls. 

7  Arise,  O  God,  at  our  request, 

Forget  not  our  complaints; 
Lift  up  thine  hand  and  save  the  'opprest, 
Avenge  thy  suffering  saints. 

PSALM  10.   L.M. 

Persecutors  mistaken. 

1  THE  bloody  tyrant  God  defies, 
But  in  his  foolish  heart  re  plies; 
Tho  I  have  doom'd  the  saints  to  fire, 
Yet  God  their  blood  will  ne'er  require. 

2  The  Lord  beholds  the  sons  of  spite, 
And  will  their  mischief  well  requite; 
Strong  is  his  hand,  his  arrow  keen, 

To  'avenge  the  wrongs  his  eyes  have  seen. 

*  Infuriate,  enraged. 


PSALM  11.  29 

'3  The  poor  to  God  their  souls  commend, 
The  'almighty  Gocl  becomes  their  friend, 
Pursues  the  foe,  and  breaks  his  arm, 
Till  none  are  found  lo  seek  their  harm. 

4  The  Lord  is  King  for  evermore; 
Let  all  the  saints  his  power  adore, 
O'er  earth  he  reigns,  his  mighty  hand 
Expels  the  heathen  from  the  land. 

5  He  hears  the  saints  without  delay, 

His  grace  prepares  their  hearts  to  pray, 
And  lends  an  all  propitious*  ear 
To  what  their  souls  desire  or  fear. 

6  Eternal  justice  warms  his  breast, 
To  judge  and  save  the  poor  opprest; 
He  'instructs  the  tyrant  by  his  rod, 
No  more  to  'oppress  the  saints  of  God. 

PSALM  11.    L.  M. 

Rebellion  and  treason  subdued. 

1  MY  refuge  is  the  God  of  love, 

Why  do  my  foes  insult  and  cry, 
"  Fly,  like  a  tim'rous  trembl'ing  dove, 
To  distant  woods  and  mountains  fly." 

2  Behold  the  wicked  bend  their  bow, 

They  shoot  and  pull  the  deadly  string; 
To  lay  the  men  of  virtue  low, 
The  flying  arrow  takes  the  w.ing. 

3  If  government  be  first  destroy'd, 

And  faction  split  the  nation  thro 
Till  violence  make  justice  void, 
What  can  the  saints  of  Jesus  do? 

4  Secure  beyond  the  stormy  skies. 

Jehovah  high  in  glory  sits; 

'  Propitious,  favorablei  kind 


3Q  PSALM  12; 

He  sees  whate'er  is  done,  and  tries     ^ 
The  'obscurest  sin  that  man  commits. 

5  On  impious  rebels  God  shall  rain 

Sulphur  and  snares  and  fire  and  death, 
Such  as  he  kindled  on  the  plain 
Of  Sodom  with  his  angry  breath. 

6  Tempests  that  tear  the  forests  up, 

Shall  floods  of  vengeance  o  er  them  poar, 
This  is  the  portion  of  their  cup, 

Who  now  the  saints  of  God  devour. 
7  The  righteous  Lord  loves  righteous  souls, 
His  heart  approves  whate'er  is  right; 
But  his  almighty  hand  controls 
The  sons  of  infamy  and  spite. 
PSALM  12.  L.  M. 
Infidelity  complained  of. 
1  ALMIGHTY  God,  thy  people  save, 
For  vice  and  vanity  prevail, 
The  godly  perish  in  the  grave. 
The  just  depart,  the  faithful  fail. 
-  The  talk  among  the  'inferior  crowd 
Is  fill'd  with  trifles  light  and  vain; 
Superior  circles  jest  aloud, 

And  speak  in  language  more  profane. 

3  With  double  hearts  and  flattering  lips, 

Some  peaceful  neighbor  is  their  theme', 
Slander  the  conversation  tips, 

But  some  thy  dreadful  name  blaspheme. 

4  «  Vet  shall  our  words  be  free,"  they  cry, 

*  "Our  tongues  shall  be  conuol'd  by  none, 
Who  shall  presume  to  ask  us,  way, 

Or  challenge  what  our  hands  have  doner 
*   Tesus   who  sees  the  poor  opprest, 

And  tors  the  'oppressor's  impious  idle, 


TSALfvf  12.  31 

Will  rise  to  give  the  sufferer  rest, 
And  on  his  saints  with  pleasure  smile. 

6  Thy  word,  O  Lord,  tho  often  try'd, 

Void  of  deceit  shall  yet  appear, 
Not  silver  seven  times  purify'd 

From  dross  and  mixture  shines  so  clear. 

7  The  Lord  preserves  his  chosen  race 

From  men,  who  dare  the  church  to  'assault, 
When  sinners,  rising  high  in  place, 
The  vilest  men  to  power  exalt. 

PSALM  12.  C.  M. 

Corruption  of  manners. 

1  HELP,  Lord,  for  men  of  virtue  fail, 

Religion  loses  ground; 
The  sons  of  violence  prevail, 
And  treacheries  abound. 

2  Their  oaths  and  promises  they  break, 

But  act  the  flatterer's  part, 
WTith  fair  deceitful  lips  they  speak, 
And  with  a  double  heart. 

3  If  we  reprove  some  hateful  lie, 

How  does  their  anger  move, 
Are  not  our  lips  our  own,  they  cry, 
And  who  shall  us  reprove? 

4  Thus  saith  the  Lord,  "  now  will  I  rise, 

And  make  oppressors  flee; 

I  shall  appear  to  their  surprise, 

And  set  my  servants  free." 

5  Thy  word,  O  God,  the  test  endures^ 

Not  silver  seven  times  try'd, 
So  much  our  faith  and  hope  allures, 
Or  shines  so  purify'd. 

6  Thou  shalt  preserve  and  keep  the  just 

Secure  and  free  from  fault, 

D 


32  PSALM  13. 

When  sinners,  rais'd  to  power  and  trust. 
The  vilest  men  exalt. 

PSALM  13.  L.  M. 

Com/ilaint  under  temptation. 

1  HOW  long,  eternal  God  of  grace, 
Wilt  thow  conceal  thy  lovely  face? 
Is  not  the  hour  of  mercy  set, 
And  will  my  God  my  soul  forget? 

2  How  long,  O  Lord,  with  sorrowing  heart, 
Shall  I  complain  and  thou  depart? 

How  long  shall  sin  my  soul  assault, 
And  every  foe  his  head  exalt? 

3  Consider,  Lord,  how  Satan  tries 
To  blind  mine  intellect*  with  lies; 
My  soul  enlighten,  keep  my  breath* 
Lest  I  should  sleep  the  sleep  of  death, 

4  Almighty  God,  make  no  delay, 
W^hy  should  the  boasting  tempter  say, 
'*  His  faith  in  God  begins  to  fail, 

His  soul  is  mov'd,  and  I  prevail." 
6  Thy  mercy,  Lord,  is  all  my  trust, 

Thy  powerful  hand  upholds  the  just; 

My  grateful  heart  and  cheerful  voice, 

In  thy  salvation  shall  rejoice. 
6  Jesus,  my  Savior  and  my  King, 

My  'enraptur'd  soul  shall  sweetly  sing, 

He  saves  the  'opprest,  the  sick  he  heals. 

And  kindly  with  the  'afflicted  deals. 

PSALM  13.  C.  M 

Prayer  and  temjitatioti. 
\   AM  I  forgotten,  Lord,  by  thee, 
And  banish'd  from  thy  face? 

*  Intellect,  the  uiulerstaiulinir- 


PSALM  14.  3o 

Shall  I  no  more  thy  glory  sec, 
No  more  enjoy  thy  grace? 

2  How  long  my  wisest  counsels  fail 

To  cheer  my  sorrowing  soul; 
My  fears  increase,  my  foes  prevail, 
And  rage  without  control. 

3  See  how  the  prince  of  darkness  tries 

All  his  malicious  arts; 
He  spreads  a  mist  around  mine  eyes, 
And  throws  his  fiery  darts. 

4  Be  thou  my  sun,  and  thou  my  shield, 

My  soul  in  safety  keep; 
Mine  eyes  enlighten,  lest  I  yield 
To  death's  eternal  sleep. 

5  How  would  the  tempter  boast  aloud, 

Should  I  become  his  prey; 
Behold  the  sons  of  hell  grow  proud. 

To  see  thy  long  delay. 
$  At  thy  rebuke  they  stand  aloof,* 

And  Satan  hides  his  head; 
He  knows  the  power  of  thy  reproof, 

And  hears  thy  voice  with  dread. 
X  Be  glad,  my  soul,  rejoice  and  sing, 

In  God  for  ever  trust; 
Thy  bounteous  hands,  eternal  King, 

Shall  well  reward  the  just. 

PSALM  14.    Part  1.  C.  M. 
By  nature  all  men  are  sinners. 
1  FOOLS  in  their  heart  believe  and  say, 
The  hope  of  heaven  is  vain; 
There  is  no  God,  who  hears  us  pray* 
Nor  hell  of  endless  pain. 
*  Aloof,  at  a  ^stance. 


34  PSALM  14, 

2  The  works  their  impious  hands  have  done 

Declare  their  faith  untrue; 
Virtue  and  truth  are  found  in  none, 
But  mischief  all  pursue. 

3  God  from  his  high  and  holy  place, 

Look'd  down  on  things  below, 
To  find  the  man  who  sought  his  grace, 
Or  did  his  justice  know. 

4  The  'omniscient  Judge  and  Witness  saw 

By  nature  none  were  good, 
By  practice  all  before  his  law 
Condemn'd  and  guilty  stood. 

5  The  sons  of  men  have  g;one  astray, 

And  left  the  path  of  God, 

To  wander  in  the  crooked  way 

The  'apostate  angels  trod. 

6  The  seeds  of  sin  (that  bitter  root) 

In  every  heart  are  found; 
Nor  can  we  hope  for  heavenly  fruit 
Till  grace  subdue  the  ground. 

PSALM  14.  Part  2.  C.  M. 
The  folly  of  fiersecutors. 

1  HAVE  they  no  knowledge  of  their  fall, 

Nor  feel  an  inward  dread, 
Who  ne'er  on  God,  their  Maker,  call, 
But  eat  his  saints  as  bread? 

2  Yes — tho  you  wash  your  bloody  hands, 

And  heroes  seem  to  'appear; 

Yet  God  among  his  people  stands, 

And  great  must  be  your  fear. 

3  To  shame  the  poor,  to  slay  the  just, 

Has  been  your  long  employ; 
But  God,  the  Rock  in  whom  we  trust, 
Will  soon  his  foes  destroy. 


PSALM  15.  35 

4  O  that  salvation,  long  decreed, 

From  Zion  now  might  spring-, 
When  church  and  state,  from  bondage  freed, 
Shall  triumph  in  their  King. 

5  The  Lord,  who  hears  the  mourner's  voice, 

Will  kindly  cheer  the  sad; 

The  saints  in  Jesus  shall  rejoice, 

And  all  the  church  be  glad. 

PSALM  15.  C.  M. 

The  character  of  a  citizen  of  Zion. 

1  LORD,  who  shall  in  thine  house  abide, 

And  there  his  days  fulfil? 
Or  who,  my  God,  with  thee  reside 
On  yon  celestial  hill? 

2  The  man  that  walks  in  pious  ways. 

And  works  with  righteous  hands, 
That  on  the  promise  firmly  stays, 
And  follows  the  commands. 

3  He  speaks  with  undissembling  heart, 

And  makes  his  meaning  strong, 
Nor  will  from  conscious  truth  depart, 
To  do  his  brother  wrong. 

4  He  keeps  his  tongue  from  slanderous  lies 

Against  his  neighbor's  name, 

And  when  abroad  the  scandal  flies 

He  ne'er  takes  up  the  same. 

5  The  sinner  great  and  sinner  vile 

Are  in  his  eyes  abhorr'd; 
But  much  he  'approves  with  generous  smile 
The  men  that  fear  the  Lord. 

6  The  oath  profane  his  lips  forbear, 

His  soul  a  falsehood  loaths; 

But  if  against  himself  he  swear, 

He  well  performs  his  oaths. 

D  2 


36  PSALM  15. 

7  He  lends  the  poor  for  Jesus'  sake, 

His  hand  the  weak  uplifts, 
But  will  no  bribes  nor  usury  take 
For  all  his  loans  and  gifts. 

8  This  is  the  man,  O  King  of  Kings, 

Who  stands  by  heaven  approv'd, 
Thrice  happy  man  who  does  these  things, 
His  soul  shall  ne'er  be  mov'd. 

PSALM  15.  L.  M. 

The  true  christian  characterized. 

1  WHO  shall  ascend  the  heavenly  place, 
O  God,  and  dwell  before  thy  face? 
Who  shall  the  hill  of  glory  see, 

And  spend  eternity  with  thee? 

2  The  man  of  life  and  heart  upright, 
Who  walks  by  faith  and  not  by  sight, 
Who  keeps  the  law  with  all  his  heart, 
Nor  will  from  gospel  truth  depart. 

3  His  hands  are  pure,  his  heart  is  clean, 
His  lips  express  the  thing  they  mean; 
And  if  his  arm  be  ne'er  so  strong, 
He  'abhors  to  do  his  neighbor  wrong. 

4  His  cautious  tongue  can  ne'er  defame, 
Nor  speak  against  his  neighbor's  name; 
And  when  abroad  the  scandal  flies, 

He  ne'er  reports  the  'invented  lies. 

5  The  vile  are  in  his  eyes  abhorr'd, 
He  honors  them  that  fear  the  Lord; 
He  'esteems  the  virtuous  tho  forlorn, 

Nor  treats  the  'industrious  poor  with  scorn. 

6  He  gives  to  rich  and  poor  their  due, 
And  ever  makes  his  promise  true; 
Nor  dares  to  change  the  oath  he  swears, 
Whatever  pain  or  loss  he  bears. 


PSALM  16.  37 

7  He  never  deals  in  bribing  gold, 

But  mourns  that  justice  should  be  sold, 
Nor  usury  takes,  nor  higher  fees 
Than  what  the  law  itself  decrees. 

8  But  while  he  'observes  to  do  these  things, 
Hi°,  soul,  by  faith,  to  Jesus  clings; 

This  man,  O  God,  shall  stand  approv'd, 
His  stedfast  soul  shall  ne'er  be  mov'd. 

PSALM  16.    Part  1.   L.  M. 

Good  works  profit  men,  not  God. 

1  PRESERVE  me,  Lord,  in  time  of  need, 

For  succor  to  thy  throne  I  flee; 
But  have  no  merit  there  to  plead, 
My  goodness  cannot  reach  to  thee. 

2  Oft  has  rny  tongue  to  thee  confest 

That  sin  and  guilt  pervade*  my  frame, 
My  praise  can  never  make  thee  blest, 
Nor  add  new  glories  to  thy  name. 

3  But  to  thy  saints,  my  chosen  friends, 

In  whom  I  place  my  chief  delight, 
To  those  my  goodness,  Lord,  extends, 
If  I  before  them  walk  aright. 

4  Let  others  choose  the  sons  of  mirth, 

To  give  a  relish  to  their  wine, 
I  love  the  men  of  heavenly  birth, 

Whose  thoughts  and  language  are  divine. 

PSALM  16.   Part  2.    L.  M. 
Christ's   allsufficiency . 
i  LET  sinners  to  their  idols  haste, 

Till  sorrow  drowns  them  like  a  flood; 
Their  sacrifice  I  will  not  taste, 

Nor  drink  their  offerings  made  of  blood. 

*  Pervade,  to  go  thro,  to  pass  thro  the  whole  ex- 
tension. 


38  PSALM  16. 

2  My  God  provides  an  heavenly  cup, 

More  costly  than  their  richest  wine, 
He  for  my  Life  has  offer'd  up, 

The  blood  of  Christ,  the  living  vine. 

3  Love  flows  from  all  his  bleeding  veins, 

By  day  his  counsels  guide  me  right; 
I  bless  his  name,  who  makes  my  reins, 
To  'instruct  and  chasten  me  by  night. 

4  How  pleasant  is  the  goodly  spot 

Where  Christ, my  Lord,  has  drawn  my  lines. 
He  keeps  my  life,  maintains  my  lot, 
Where  truth  in  all  its  luster  shines. 

5  I  set  the  Lord  before  my  face, 

Because  he  'appears  at  my  right-hand, 
Unmov'd  I  ne'er  shall  fall  from  grace, 
But  in  my  Savior  safely  stand. 

PSALM  16.    Part  3.    L  M. 
Courage  in  death. 

1  JESUS,  my  Lord,  thy  cheerful  voice 

Can  make  a  dying  follower  blest; 
In  thee  my  glory  shall  rejoice, 
My  flesh  in  hope  shall  also  rest. 

2  My  soul  in  hell*  thou  wilt  not  leave, 

When  in  the  dust  I  lay  mine  head, 
But  at  thy  word  the  tombs  shall  heave, 
And  earth  and  sea  resign  their  dead. 

3  My  flesh  shall  thy  first  call  obey, 

Shake  off  the  dust  and  upward  rise, 
The  heavenly  worlds  with  joy  survey, 
And  view  thy  face  with  sweet  surprise. 
I  There  streams  of  endless  pleasure  flow, 
And  lull  discoveries  of  thy  grace, 

*  Hell,  the  state  of  the  dead. 


PSALM  16.  39 

That  saints  but  tasted  here  below, 

Spread  heavenly  joys  around  the  place. 

PSALM  16.    Part  1.    C.  M. 

Ao  merit  in  the  creature. 

1  PRESERVE  me,  Lord,  a  sinful  one, 

Thy  grace  is  all  my  trust, 
For  all  the  good  that  I  have  done, 
Can  never  make  me  just. 

2  How  oft  within  my  soul  I  speak, 

And  thus  my  God  address, 
"  A  creature  so  debas'd  and  weak, 
No  merit  can  possess. 

3  To  God  my  goodness  ne'er  extends, 

If  1  should  act  aright, 
But  to  his  saints,  my  chosen  friends, 
In  whom  I  take  delight." 

4  The  goodly  heritage  is  mine, 

How  pleasant  is  my  place, 
I  dwell  where  truth  and  mercy  shine, 
Thro  my  Redeemer's  face. 

5  God  is  the  portion  of  my  cup, 

He  will  my  lot  maintain, 
Since  Christ  for  me  was  offer'd  up, 
My  faith  shall  not  be  vain. 

6  If  God  my  worthless  works  approve, 

'Twill  raise  my  comforts  high, 
Nor  death  nor  hell  my  soul  shall  move, 
If  Christ  my  life  be  nigh. 

PSALM  16.    Part  2.    CM. 

The  death  and  resurrccton  of  Chriat. 
1  «  BEFORE  Jehovah's  face  I  stand, 
He  has  my  ways  approv'd, 
Secure  in  God  my  Father's  hand, 
My  soul  shall  ne'er  be  mov'd. 


40  PSALM  17. 

2  Mine  heart  is  glad  to  hear  his  voice 

Pronounce  the  Savior  blest, 

And  while  my  glory  doth  rejoice 

My  flesh  in  hope  shall  rest. 

3  Thou  wilt  not  leave  his  soul  in  hell 

Who  dies  the  world  to  save, 
Nor  doom  thine  only  Son  to  dwell 
For  ever  in  the  grave. 

4  To  me  thou  witt  in  kindness  show 

The  path  that  leads  above, 
To  thy  right-hand,  where  pleasures  flow 
In  streams  of  purest  love." 

5  Thus  David  sang  in  Jesus'  name, 

Thus  Jesus'  blood  was  spilt, 
For  at  the  'appointed,  tjme  he  came, 
To  purge  away  our  guUt. 

6  Jesus,  whom  every  saint  adores, 

Was  crucified  and  slain; 
Behold  the  tomb  its  prey  restores. 
Behold  he  lives  again. 

7  Above  this  earth  and  azure*  skies, 

To  realms  of  brighter  day, 
Behold  the  'ascending  Savior  flies 
To  mark  his  saints  the  way. 

8  Should  Jesus  bring  his  comforts  nigh, 

And  tell  me  that  I  *m  his, 
I  'd  give  up  life  without  a  sigh, 
To  go  where  Jesus  is. 

PSALM  17.    C.  M. 

God  the  protector  of  his  people. 
1  LORD,  hear  the  right,  my  suit  attend, 
Vouchsafe!  my  prayer  to  hear, 

Azure,  faint  blue.       t  To  vouchsafe,  to  condescend. 


PSALM  17.  41 

From  feigned  lips  I  would  not  send 

A  word  to  reach  thine  ear. 
Approv'd  and  honor'd  in  thy  sight, 

My  sentence  conies  from  thee; 
Whatever  is  equal,  just,  and  right, 

Thy  searching  eyes  shall  see. 
Thy  visitations  prove  mine  heart, 

And  find  my  soul  sincere* 
Resolv'd  from  God  to  ne'er  depart* 

Thro  grace  I  persevere. 
The  works  of  men  to  sin  entice, 

And  yet  their  ways  I  shun, 
I  keep  my  feet  from  paths  of  vice* 

In  which  destroyers  run. 

0  thou  who  sav'st  by  thy  right-hand* 
On  thee  my  soul  relies; 

Thy  power  can  make  the  feeble  stand, 

When  foes  against  them  rise. 
The  Lord  has  shown  me  wond'rous  things. 

How  watchful  is  his  eye; 

1  'm  safe  beneath  his  shadowy  wings 

When  danger  passes  by. 
Oppressing  foes  beset  me  round, 

And  boast  their  strength  aloud, 
With  downcast  eyes  they  view  the  ground, 

But  talk  in  language  proud. 
Arise,  O  God,  thine  help  afford, 

Their  power  and  rage  control, 
From  wicked  men  who  v/ield  thy  sword, 

In  mercy  save  my  soul. 

PSALM  17.    S.  M. 

The  fiortion  of  saints  aud  sinners- 
1  ARISE,  my  gracious  God, 
And  make  the  wicked  flee; 


42  PSALM  If. 

Or  use  them  as  thy  chastening  rod, 
To  drive  thy  saints  to  thee. 

2  Behold  the  sinner  dies, 

His  haughty  words  are  vain; 
Here  in  this  life  his  pleasure  lies, 
And  all  beyond  is  pain. 

3  Then  let  him  walk  in  pride, 

And  boast  of  all  his  store; 
The  God  of  heaven  is  on  my  side, 
My  soul  can  wish  no  more. 

4  The  Lord  will  help  afford, 

The  proud  ungodly  band, 
As  instruments  shall  wield  his  sword, 
But  perish  from  the  land. 

5  Death  must  destroy  the  vile, 

They  dread  the  hastening  day; 
But  Christ  in  death  shall  give  a  smile, 
And  call  my  soul  away. 

6  I  shall  behold  his  face, 

When  God  the  dead  shall  raise; 
And  in  his  likeness  grace  for  grace, 
Awake  to  sing  his  praise. 

PSALM  17.    L.  M. 

The  sinner's  portion  and  the  saint's  hope, 

1  O  GOD  my  Savior,  God  my  friend, 
In  mercy  now  my  prayer  attend, 
For  notwithstanding  all  my  slips, 

I  would  not  pray  with  feigned  lips. 

2  Thy  sentence  is  for  ever  right, 

I  stand  approv'd  before  thy  sight, 

Thou  know'st  the  purpose  of  mine  heart, 

No  more  from  God  will  I  depart. 

3  As  lurks  the  lion  where  he  lies, 
And  on  his  victim  swiftly  flies, 


PSALM  18.  43 

So  wait  my  foes  the  fatal  hour, 
Oppressors  would  my  soul  devour. 

4  The  Lord  will  timely  help  afford, 
And  wicked  men  who  wield  his  sword, 
Shall  feel  his  justice,  know  his  hand, 
And  perish  from  this  goodly  land. 

5  Their  hope  and  portion  lie  below, 
'Tis  all  the  happiness  they  know, 
'Tis  all  they  seek;  a  part  is  theirs, 
The  rest  they  leave  among  their  heirs 

6  What  sinners  value  I  resign, 
It  is  enough  if  God  be  mine; 
Content  am  I,  to  know  his  grace, 
And  in  my  Savior  view  his  face. 

7  Heaven  is  a  world  of  shining  bliss, 
A  brighter,  better  world  than  this; 

0  may  that  world  of  endless  joy 

My  time  and  better  thoughts  employ. 

8  Thrice  happy  hour  when  death  is  nigh. 
My  willing  soul  shall  rise  on  high, 
And  flesh  and  sin  no  more  control 
The  sacred  pleasures  of  the  soul. 

9  My  flesh  shall  slumber  in  the  ground 
Till  the  last  trumpet's  joyful  sound, 
Then  burst  the  chains  with  sweet  surprise, 
And  in  my  Savior's  image  rise. 

PSALM  18.    Part  1.    L.  M. 
Temfitations  overcome. 

1  GOD  is  my  rock,  my  lofty  tower, 

1  love  his  name,  I  trust  his  power; 

Not  death  nor  hell  shall  drive  me  hence, 
From  God  my  high  and  sure  defence. 

2  But,  ah!  what  mortal  tongue  can  tell 
The  raging  storm  that  on  me  fell, 

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When  sinful  men,  like  floods,  arose, 
And  gaping  waves  did  o'er  me  close. 

3  Death  and  the  terrors  of  his  train, 
Sorrow  and  sickness,  grief  and  pain, 
Their  fatal  snares  around  me  spread, 
And  fill'd  my  quivering  soul  with  dread, 

4  Ere  I  had  half  disclos'd  my  grief, 
Jehovah  flew  to  my  relief, 

He  left  the  heaven  of  his  abode, 
And  on  a  cherub  swiftly  rode. 

5  Earth  with  a  shivering  chill  was  seiz'd, 
To  see  the  God  of  heaven  displeas'd, 
The  'affrighted  hills  for  horror  shook, 
Nor  could  the  mountains  bear  his  look. 

6  Up  from  his  nostrils  went  a  smoke, 

.  His  voice  like  awful  thunder  broke, 
Fire  from  his  mouth  in  lightning  came, 
And  spread  abroad  the  quivering  flame. 

7  He  bow'd  the  heavens,  and  as  he  past 
Darkness  beneath  his  feet  he  cast, 
The  fixed  stars  appear'd  to  fly 

He  flew  so  swiftly  thro  the  sky. 

8  Again  he  thunder'd — at  his  ire 
The  sea  appear'd  a  blaze  of  fire, 

Hail  stones  like  flaming  coals  were  seen 
To  cast  a  redness  o'er  the  green. 

9  The  channels  of  the  deep  disclos'd, 
At  God's  command  became  compos'd; 
He  spake  and  luil'd  the  winds  asleep, 
And  smooth'd  the  surface  of  the  deep. 

10  While  faith  endur'd  the  dreadful  shock, 
He  set  my  feet  on  Christ  my  rock, 
The  sun  again  began  to  shine, 
Andcheer'd  my  soul  with  light  divine. 


PSALM  18.  45 

1 1  For  ever  shall  my  song  record 

The  power  and  goodness  of  the  Lord; 
I'll  love  his  name,  and  while  I  live 
The  glory  to  my  Savior  give. 

PSALM  18.    Part  2.    L.  M. 
Sinceiity  firoved  and  rewarded. 

1  LORD,  thou  hast  seen  my  soul  sincere, 
Hast  made  thy  truth  and  love  to  'appear, 
Before  mine  eyes  I  set  thy  laws, 

And  thou  hast  own'd  my  righteous  cause. 

2  Since  first  I  knew  thy  power  and  grace, 
My  feet  have  run  the  christian  race, 
And  when  I  stray'd  and  lost  my  way, 
'Twas  not  because  I  lov'd  to  stray. 

3  What  sore  temptations  broke  my  rest, 
What  wars  and  strugglings  in  my  breast; 
But  thro  thy  grace  that  reigns  within, 

I  guard  against  my  darling  sin. 

4  That  sin  to  which  I  'm  most  inclin'd, 
That  works  and  strives  against  my  mind, 
When  shall  thy  grace,  O  God,  control, 
Or  drive  the  'invader  from  my  soul. 

5  The  Lord  w\x\\  an  unerring  hand. 
Pours  out  his  judgments  on  the  land, 
And  tho  thick  darkness  cloud  his  way, 
Yet  justice  will  not  long  delay. 

6  The  kind  and  merciful  shall  know 
The  mercy  God  himself  can  show; 

And  they,  whose  hearts  and  lives  are  pure, 
Shall  find  their  hopes  of  heaven  secure. 

7  But  fro  ward  souls,  that  scorn  his  love, 
Shall  hear  his  thunder  from  above; 
And  all,  who  vex  nim  with  delight, 
Shall  do  themselves  the  worst  despight/* 


46  PSALM  18. 

PSALM  18.    Part  3.    L.  M. 
The  rewards  of  virtue. 

1  GREAT  is  thy  mercy,  sovreign  Lord.. 
And  great  and  ample  thy  reward; 
Thou  dost  their  labors  well  repay, 
Who  love  and  keep  thy  perfect  way. 

2  With  heart  upright  I  sought  thine  aid, 
And  found  my  seeking  well  repaid; 
My  soul  enlarg'd  and  freed  from  sin, 

I  felt  the  joys  of  heaven  within. 

3  To  men  of  sympathising  heart, 

0  God  of  grace,  thou  gracious  art, 
The  pure,  who  mercy  love  to  show, 
Thy  greater  mercy,  Lord,  shall  know 

4  But  callous*  souls,  unjust,  unkind, 
In  God  nor  grace  nor  mercy  find; 
With  scornful  eye  he  views  the  vile, 
Nor  on  the  proud  bestows  a  smile. 

5  Jehovah  will  the  'oppressed  save, 
And  bring  the  'oppressor  to  the  grave, 
His  stern  rebuke,  his  sovreign  frown, 
Shall  beat  the  pride  of  mortals  down. 

6  God  is  my  lantern,  God  my  lamp, 
When  hosts  of  hell  around  me  'incamp. 
He  will  my  dying  candle  light, 

And  shine  in  glory  thro  the  night. 

7  My  faith  and  courage  shall  not  droop* 
Thro  God  I  oft  o'ercome  a  troop, 

1  thro  his  strength  leap  o'er  a  wall, 
And  see  my  foes  beneath  me  fall. 

PSALM  18.    Part  4.    L.  M. 
The  christian  hero. 
1  WHAT  E'ER  complaining  sinners  say, 
The  Lord  is  perfect  in  his  way, 

*  Callous,  hardened,  unfeeling-. 


PSALM  18.  47 

And  saints,  that  on  his  word  rely, 
His  word  in  vain  shall  never  try. 

2  God  is  my  rock,  and  God  my  shield, 
He  girds  his  hero  for  the  field; 

-  Swift  as  the  hind  he  makes  my  feet, 
The  'advancing  foe  to  fly  or  meet. 

3  My  hands  expert  in  warlike  arts, 
Are  taught  the  mystery  God  imparts; 
I  break  the  'elastic*  bow  of  steel, 
And  danger  neither  fear  nor  feel. 

4  Upheld  and  rais'd  by  God's  right-hand, 
His  valor  makes  the  feeble  stand; 

In  spite  of  all  the  sons  of  hate, 
His  gentleness  has  made  me  great. 

5  When  I  the  flying  host  pursued 

'Twas  God  their  power  and  rage  subdued; 
On  necks  of  impious  foes  I  trod, 
And  slew  the  haters  of  my  God. 

6  To  heaven  they  cried  for  power  to  save, 
But  God  their  prayer  no  hearing  gave; 
Unanswer'd  yet  to  God  they  cried, 
And  God  again  their  suit  denied. 

7  Then  did  I  beat  them  smaii  as  dust, 
As  mire  I  trampled  on  the  'unjust; 
The  wicked  from  my  sight  I  cast, 
Dispers'd  like  chaff  before  the  blast. 

8  The  restless  people  strive  in  vain, 
For  God  his  kingdom  will  maintain; 
Strangers  shall  fade  away  for  fear, 
And  all  opposers  disappear. 

9  Jehovah,  my  Redeemer,  lives, 

The  Lord,  my  Rock,  salvation  gives; 
He  does  the  just  to  glory  raise, 
Rejoice,  my  soul,  and  sing  his  praise. 
*  Elastic,  springy.  F  2 


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PSALM  18.    C.  M. 

Victory  and  triumph. 

1  GOD  is  our  strength,  our  heavenly  towel , 

Our  fortress  and  our  shield; 
Afraid  to  'oppose  almighty  power, 
The  foes  of  Zion  yield. 

2  Ungodly  men  against  the  skies 

Lift  up  their  threatening  waves, 
But  God,  our  Rock,  the  storm  defies, 
And  yet  his  people  saves. 

3  Tho  saints  awhile  in  darkness  dwell, 

And  earth  and  hell  annoy; 
Yet  Christ  shall  conquer  earth  and  hell, 
And  all  his  foes  destroy. 

4  Behold  he  comes  in  bright  array. 

The  heavens  before  him  rend; 
What  mortal  heart  can  bear  the  day, 
Or  who  with  God  contend? 

5  Swift  as  the  rapid  wind  he  flies, 

And  thunders  as  he  goes; 
He  rushes  downward  thro  the  skies, 
As  lightning  on  his  foes. 

6  Tli£  'affrighted  earth  before  him  faints, 

The  battle  proves  in  vain; 
Thousands  of  thousands  are  his  saints, 
And  millions  are  the  slain. 

7  He  speaks,  and  at  his  stern  command 

The  'oppressor  hides  his  head, 
A  touch  from  God's  almighty  hand 
Would  strike  all  nature  dead. 

8  Now  let  the  friends  of  Zion  shcut, 

The  victory  gain'd  by  faith; 

No  more  the  word  of  Jesus  doubt* 

Bui  trust  whate'er  he  saith. 


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PSALM  18.    S.  M. 

The  spiritual  conquest. 

1  TO  God  alone  we  owe 

The  triumphs  of  the  day; 
In  all  the  wars  that  rage  below 
He  holds  decisive  sway. 

2  Our  foes  attempt  to  shock 

Our  faith  in  Jesus'  blood; 
We  rest  secure,  for  solid  rock 
Defies  the  raging  flood. 

3  The  troops  of  hell  shall  fail, 

The  noise  of  battles  cease, 
The  praying  saints  shall  yet  prevail- 
And  all  the  world  be  peace. 

4  Then  welcome  war  and  dearth, 

Whate'er  befals  the  land 
Shall  hasten  Jesus  down  to  earth, 
To  take  our  cause  in  hand. 

5  Ye  tyrants,  quake  for  fear, 

Who  now  the  church  disturb; 
Jesus,  our  King,  will  soon  appear, 
And  all  your  madness  curb. 

6  The  King  of  Salem  lives 

To  make  his  people  blest; 
His  arm  of  power  the  victory  gives. 
How  glorious  is  his  rest. 

7  Fight  on,  ye  sons  of  God, 

No  more  to  tyrants  yield; 
Your  sword  be  prayer,  your  faith  a  rod. 
To  'equip  you  for  the  field. 

8  In  heaven  your  souls  shall  shout, 

And  songs  of  joy  begin, 
To  see  the  reprobate  cast  out, 
And  all  the  saints  brought  in, 


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PSALM  19.    Part  1.    S.  M. 

Heavenly  instruction. 

1  THE  heavens  declare  his  name, 

And  show  his  hand  divine, 
Who  built  and  arch'd  the  'etherial  frame, 
And  caus'd  the  stars  to  shine. 

2  From  day  to  day  their  speech 

Is  heard  in  every  land; 

From  night  to  night  they  knowledge  teadi 
That  all  must  understand. 
J  Their  lines  extend  afar, 
Around  this  earthly  ball; 

The  words  of  each  instructive  stal- 
ls plainly  heard  by  all. 

4  But  who  by  stars  can  tell 

The  lost,  the  'inquiring  mind, 
Or  which  the  way  to  heaven,  or  hell, 

Or  where  the  Lord  to  find? 
>  His  statutes  and  commands 

Decide  the  doubtful  strife; 
He  puts  the  gospel  in  our  hands, 

And  bids  us  run  for  life. 

5  The  laws  of  God  are  pure, 

His  truth  devoid  of  guile, 
His  promise  stands  for  ever  sure, 
And  heaven  is  in  his  smile. 
'  When  I  his  word  unfold, 

And  some  kind  promise  meet, 
'Tis  choicer  in  my  view  than  gold. 
No  honey  tastes  so  sweet. 
:  Lord,  make  my  duty  plain, 
And  when  the  foe  assaults, 
Me  from  presumptuous  sins  restrain. 
Me  cleanse  from  secret  faults. 


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9  While  of  thy  grace  I  sing, 
Or  view  thy  works  above, 
Accept  the  praise,  my  God,  my  King, 
And  fire  my  soul  with  love, 

PSALM  19-    Part  2.    S.  M. 
God's  word  most  excellent. 

1  BEHOLD  the  morning  sun 

Begins  his  glorious  way; 
Around  the  world  he  seems  to  run., 
To  give  the  nations  day. 

2  The  heavenly  racer  starts, 

His  face  the  world  consoles, 
And  all-enlivening  heat  imparts 
By  turns  to  both  the  poles. 

3  But  where  the  gospel  shines 

It  spreads  diviner  light, 
Restores  the  dead  from  hell's  confines, 
And  gives  the  blind  their  sight. 

4  The  sun  may  set  and  rise, 

And  men  no  wonders  see; 
The  gospel  makes  the  simple  wise, 
And  sets  the  sinner  free. 

5  The  statutes  of  the  Lord 

Rejoice  the  pious  mind; 
We  search  and  trust  the  sure  record, 
And  life  eternal  find. 

6  Our  praises  are  his  due, 

For  all  his  words  are  pure; 
His  fear  is  clean,  his  judgments  true, 
And  his  rewards  are  sure. 

7  I  hear  his  word  with  joy, 

And  more  his  grace  desire 

Than  gold  refin'd  from  all  alloy, 

When  past  the  trying  fire. 


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8  I  fain  would  understand 

The  guilt  that  is  within; 
O  may  his  kind  assisting  hand 
Restrain  my  soul  from  sin. 

9  To  thee,  my  God  and  King, 

My  thankful  voice  I  raise, 
'Tis  all  the  gift  that  I  can  bring, 
Accept  the  song  of  praise. 

PSALM  19.    L.  M. 

The  S7in  cc/i/i,scd  by  the  gos/iel. 

1  LORD,  when  we  view  the  starry  frame, 

How  bright  creating  glory  shines; 
But  in  thy  word  we  see  thy  name, 
And  read  thy  love  in  stronger  lines. 

2  The  steady  sun.  the  changing  moon, 

Declare  thy  praise  with  silent  voice; 
The  gospel  gives  a  brighter  noon 
And  makes  the  darken'd  world  rejoice. 

3  The  rolling  orbs  thro  boundless  space, 

Pursue  their  course  and  never  stand; 
So  when  thy  word  began  its  race, 
It  touch'd  and  glanc'd  on  every  land. 

4  Nor  shall  thy  spreading  gospel  rest, 

Till  through  the  world  thy  truth  has  run, 
'Till  Christ  has  all  the  nations  blest 
That  see  the  light,  or  feel  the  sun. 

5  Great  Sun  of  Righteousness  arise, 

Bless  the  dark  world  with  heavenly  light, 
Thy  gospel  makes  the  simple  wise, 

Thy  laws  are  pure,  thy  judgments  right. 

6  How  clean  and  lucid*  is  thy  fear, 

Thy  word  outshines  the  purest  fire, 
Not  gold  so  glittering  can  appear, 
Nor  half  so  much  excite  desire. 
*  Lucid,  bright,  shining 


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7  His  errors  who  can  understand? 

O  cleanse  me,  Lord,  from  secret  faults, 
And  let  thine  all  assisting  hand, 
Preserve  me  when  the  foe  assaults. 

8  If  pure  devotion  warm  my  mind 

And  draw  my  song  to  'unusual  length, 
Let  every  thought  acceptance  find, 
O  my  Redeemer,  God  my  strength. 

PSALM  19.  as  the  113th. 

God  glorified  in  his  works,  but  revealed  in  his 
word. 

1  THE  heavens,  O  God,  thy  glory  show, 
The  glittering  stars  with  fervor  glow, 

The  handy  work  of  power  divine; 
In  heaven  our  wondering  eyes  behold 
A  thousand  starry  gems  of  gold, 

High  o'er  our  heads  in  glory  shine. 

2  From  day  to  day,  from  night  to  night, 
The  dawning  ray,  and  dying  light, 

To  men  divine  instruction  teach; 
With  silent  eloquence  they  raise 
Our  thoughts  to  God,  our  Maker's  praise, 

Who  licens'd  all  the  stars  to  preach. 

3  Beyond  the  world's  remotest  end 
The  shining  orbs  their  lines  extend 

And  roll  along  with  heavenly  speed; 
Their  words  are  gone  to  distant  lands, 
Their  native  tongue  each  understands, 

The  stars  no  'enterpreters  can  need. 

4  What  splendors  yondersun  adorn, 
Thy  fairest  bridgroom,  lovely  morn, 

Comes  from  thy  chambers  gayly  drest; 
The  strong  man  runs  from  place  to  place. 
Rejoicing  in  his  daily  race, 

And  ends  his  journey  in  the  west, 


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5  Yet  bright  as  sun  and  stars  appear 
They  cannot  make  our  duty  clear, 

Not  one  of  ail  the  stars  can  tell, 
What  can  the  guilty  sinner  ease , 
What  his  offended  Sovreign  please, 

Or  which  the  way  to  heaven  or  hell. 

6  But  God,  his  mercy  be  renown'd, 

The  dazling  lights  of  heaven  has  drown'd, 

In  one  perpetual  gospel  noon; 
From  Christ,  our  Sun,  his  glory  streams 
And  shines  in  more  effulgent  beams 
Than  ever  came  from  sun  or  moon. 

7  From  God's  supreme  unerring  law, 
The  perfect  rules  of  life  we  draw, 

And  feel  our  dying  hopes  revive; 
Oft  in  his  holy  word  we  meet 
A  promise  more  divinely  sweet, 

Than  honey  dropping  from  the  hive. 
3  His  word  our  secret  sin  descries, 
And  warns  us  where  our  danger  lies, 

His  rod  corrects  the  'offending  child; 
What  wondrous  grace  the  saint  pursues, 
Converts  his  soul,  his  sins  subdues, 
And  shows  his  Father  reconcil'd. 
9  My  God,  forgive  my  secret  faults, 
And  when  the  foe  of  man  assaults, 

Preserve  my  soul  from  wilful  wrong; 
Let  warm  devotion  fire  my  mind, 
O,  my  Redeemer,  strong  and  kind, 
Inspire  and  then  accept  my  song 

PSALM  20.   L.  M. 

Salvation  in  the  Lord. 

I   THE  Lord  will  hear  us  in  the  day 

When  troubles  rise  and  storms  appear, 


PSALM  81.  55 

Will  send  us  help  without  delay, 
For  Jacob's  God  is  always  near. 

2  The  name  of  6uch  a  powerful  King, 

The  rising  nation  best  defends; 
From  God  our  sweetest  comforts  spring, 
*Tis  God  the  great  salvation  sends. 

3  Our  offering,  God  remember'd  well, 

He  gave  us  all  our  souls  desir'd, 
When  on  the  plain  our  heroes  fell, 
And  in  the  cause  of  truth  expir'd. 

4  Rejoice,  ye  saints,  in  God  rejoice, 

And  in  his  name  your  banners  raise, 

For  God,  who  heard  our  mourning  voice, 

Deserves  our  noblest  songs  of  praise. 

5  Possess'd  of  peace,  our  only  trust 

Is  in  Jehovah's  strong  right-hand, 
He  hears  the  cry  of  feeble  dust, 
His  praying  saints  protect  the  land. 

6  Some  trust  in  chariots,  some  in  steeds, 

Ana"  some  of  navies  make  their  boast; 
But  God  our  highest  hope  exceeds, 
His  arm  defends  our  peaceful  coast. 

7  The  Lord  has  brought  the  lofty  down, 

Who  'against  us  once  for  mischief  came; 
But  rais'd  the  just  to  high  renown, 
And  blest  the  nation  in  his  name. 

8  Save  us,  O  Lord,  when  empires  fall, 

By  war  and  famine  long  opprest; 
Our  King  will  hear  us  when  we  call, 
And  grant  the  people  their  request. 

PSALM  21.    Parti.    L.  M. 

A  thanksgiving  for  -victory. 
]  ETERNAL  King,  our  strength  and  joy, 
Thy  praise  shall  well  our  songs  employ; 

F 


56  PSALM  21 

We  greatly  will  rejoice  ill  thee 
For  thou  hast  made  thy  people  free. 

2  Before  we  seek,  the  blessings  sent 
Does  oft  our  numerous  wants  prevent, 
Our  heavenly  King  will  ne'er  withhold 
The  choicest  gifts  of  grace  or  gold. 

3  Twas  in  a  time  of  arduous*  strife, 
To  God  we  pray'd  to  grant  us  life, 
The  life  we  sought  was  freely  giv'n 
And  all  our  foes  were  homeward  driv'n. 

4  The  Lord  with  strong  and  mighty  hand, 
Appeai'd  to  save  our  injuv'd  land, 

His  heart  our  righteous  cause  approv'd 
And  in  his  strength  we  stood  unmov'd. 

5  Fierce  as  a  burning  furnace  glows 
And  all  its  rage  and  redness  shows, 
His  vengeance  on  invaders  beat, 

And  flam'd  with  more  destruciive  heat 

6  Jesus,  our  sovreign  King,  abhors 
Oppressive  laws  and  bloody  wars, 
His  hand  shall  soon  destroy  their  seed, 
Who  triumph  in  the  lawless  deed. 

7  His  bow  is  drawn,  his  strings  are  tight, 
His  arrows  well  prepar'd  for  flight, 
With  dreadful  aim  against  his  face, 
Who  loves  to  'oppress  the  human  race. 

8  Almighty  Lord,  exalt  thy  name, 
With  liberty  the  world  inflame; 

So  shall  the  church  thy  glory  sing, 
And  praise  thy  power,  eternal  King. 

PSALM  21.    Part  2.    L.  M. 
Christ  exalted  to  the  kingdom. 
1  DAVID  rejoic'd  in  God  his  strength, 
Rais'd  to  the  throne  by  special  grace; 
*  Arduous,  difficult. 


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But  Christ,  his  Son,  is  born  at  length, 

A  King  o'er  aH  the  human  race. 
2  Jehovah  rais'd  his  kingdom  high, 

And  gave  the  world  to  his  command; 
The  gospel  brought  his  glory  nigh 

And  spread  his  name  o'er  every  land. 
'3  High  seated  on  the  'eternal  hills, 

For  saints  our  Intercessor  prays; 
The  Father  grants  whate'er  he  wills, 

And  crowns  his  life  with  endless  days. 

4  Honor  and  majesty  divine, 

In  Christ  the  hosts  of  heaven  behold; 
On  earth  his  royal  glories  shine, 
And  far  surpass  the  purest  gold. 

5  Made  heir  to  heaven's  eternal  crown, 

His  Father's  hand  shall  find  out  those, 
And  in  his  anger  tread  them  down, 
Who  dare  his  royal  Son  to  'oppose. 

6  As  burning  ovens  rage  with  heat, 

Fao'd  by  the  wind,  and  fed  with  coals, 
So  shall  his  vengeance  on  them  beat, 
His  wrath  devour  their  guilty  souls. 

7  The  'unchanging  God  has  thus  decreed, 

(And  who  shah  make  his  purpose  vain) 
To  i  oot  from  earth  the  serpent's  seed, 
And  bind  the  dragon  in  his  chain. 

8  The  dreadful  bow  of  death  is  bent 

With  arrows  trembling  on  the  string, 
To  disappoint  their  curst  intent, 

Who  treason  plot  against  their  King. 

9  O,  Lord,  exalt  thy  wond'rous  name, 

Thy  throne  o'er  all  tl^y  rivals  raise, 

So  shall  thy  foes  be  fill'd  wit.h  shame, 

And  loyal  subjects  shout  thy  praise, 


5,8  PSALM  22. 

PSALM  22.   Parti.    CM. 
The  comfilaint  of  Christ, 

1  MY  God,  my  God,  why  should  I  be 

An  outcast  from  thy  throne, 
Why  has  my  God  forsaken  me 
And  left  me  thus  alone. 

2  I  tell  thee  my  complaints  by  day, 

But  meet  with  no  relief; 
By  night  to  thee  fou  help  I  pray, 
But  darkness  adds  to  grief. 

3  Our  fathers  made  thy  name  their  trust, 

Nor  were  expos'd  to  shame; 

But  I  'm  despis'd,  and  low  in  dust 

The  wicked  tread  my  name. 

4  With  shaking  heads  they  pass  me  by, 

And  laugh  my  soul  to  scorn; 
In  vain  he  trusts  in  God,  they  cry, 
His  hope  has  prov'd  forlorn. 

5  O,  God,  who  first  inspired  my  breath, 

And  caus'd  my  lungs  to  heave, 
Behold  me  now  condem'd  to  death, 
And  ne'er  thy  servant  leave. 

6  Beset  with  rav'ning  beasts  around 

I  feel  my  strength  relax, 
I  'm  pour'd  like  water  on  the  ground, 
Mine  heart  dissolves  like  wax. 

7  From  earth  and  hell  my  sorrows  meet, 

My  foes  their  victim  bind, 
They  nail  my  hands,  they  pierce  my  feet, 
And  vex  my  sorrowing  mind. 

8  With  cruel  spear  they  touch  mine  heart, 

The  soldiers  spare  me  not, 
Among  them,  they  my  garments  part, 
My  vesture  tal^  by  lot. 


PSALM  22.  59 

9  O,  Lord,  my  strength,  thine  help  afford, 

From  dogs  thy  darling  save, 

My  soul  deliver  from  the  sword, 

Or  raise  me  from  the  grave. 

10  If  it  consist  with  thy  decree, 

Withhold  this  bitter  cup; 
But  I  resign  myself  to  thee 
And  drink  the  sorrows  up. 

PSALM  22.    Part  2.    C.  M. 
Public  thanksgiving, 

1  I  WILL  declare  my  Father's  name, 

Among  my  kindred  race, 
Amid  the  church  will  I  proclaim 
The  wonders  of  his  grace. 

2  Come  ye,  who  fear  my  God,  and  say- 

How  gracious  is  our  Lord, 
He  never  turn'd  the  poor  away 
Nor  once  his  prayer  abhoi'd. 

3  The  meek  shall  eat.  With  plenty  fed 

The  praise  to  God  they  give; 
And  all  who  seek  the  living  bread, 
In  Christ  shall  ever  live. 
5  The  race  of  man  from  distant  parts 
Shall  call  his  grace  to  mind, 
Shall  turn  to  God  with  willing  hearts 
And  peace  and  pardon  find. 
5  The  kingdom  now  to  Christ  belongs, 
He  rules  by  God's  decree; 
Ye  nations,  hail  him  in  your  songs, 
Ye  princes,  bow  the  knee. 
7  A  numerous  offspring  must  arise 
From  one  victorious  deed, 
They  shall  be  precious  in  his  eyes 
And  counted  for  his  seed. 
F  2 


60  PSALM  22. 

7  The  saints  his  righteousness  shall  show 
And  worship  God  the  Son; 
A  people  yet  unborn  shall  know 
The  wonders  God  has  done. 

PSALM  22.    L.  M. 

Christ's  sufferings  and  exaltation. 

1  NOW  let  our  mournful  songs  record 
The  dying  sorrows  of  our  Lord, 
When  on  the  cross  his  soul  complain'd 
And  blood  his  sacred  temples  stain'd. 

2  The  Jews  behold  him  thus  forlorn 

And  shake  their  heads  and  laugh  in  scorn, 
"  He  rescued  others  from  the  grave, 
Now  let  him  try  himself  to  save. 

3  This  is  the  man  did  once  pretend, 
God  was  his  father,  God  his  friend; 
If  in  this  sufferer  God  delight, 

Why  has  he  cast  him  from  his  sight?" 

4  O,  savage  peoplel  cruel  priests! 

How  they  stood  round  like  raging  beasts; 

Like  lions  gaping  to  devour 

When  God  had  left  him  in  their  power. 

5  They  wound  his  head,  his  hands,  his  feet, 
'Till  streams  of  blood  each  other  meet, 
And  ridicule  the  dying  pangs 

In  which  the  loving  Savior  hangs. 

6  With  careful  hands,  but  cruel  hearts. 
His  garments  they  divide  in  parts, 
And  sporting  on  the  mournful  spot 
His  seamless  vesture  take  by  lot. 

7  But  God,  his  Father,  heard  his  cry, 
Rais'd  from  the  dead  he  reigns  on  high: 
As  King  the  nations  hail  him  now, 
And  in  his  presence  princes  bow. 


PSALM  23.  61 

PSALM  23.    Part  1.    L.  M. 
God  our  Shepherd. 

1  THE  Lord,  my  Shepherd,  knows  his  sheep, 

And  will  for  all  their  wants  provide; 
He  doth  my  soul  in  safety  keep, 
And  is  mine  everlasting  guide. 

2  In  verdent*  fields  my  pasture  grows, 

Beneath  the  cooling  shade  I  rest, 
There  living  water  gently  flows, 
And  all  my  nourishment  is  blest. 

3  When  Satan  by  some  bold  attack, 

Has  turn'd  mine  erring  feet  astray, 

He  brings  the  helpless  wand'rer  back, 

And  guides  me  lest  I  lose  the  way. 

4  Yea,  should  I  walk  the  gloomy  vale, 

If  Christ,  my  Lord,  my  life,  appear, 
Not  death  with  horrors  grim  and  pale 
Can  fill  my  joyful  soul  with  fear. 

5  I  know  his  voice;  his  gentle  look 

Bespeaks  the  kind  forgiving  God, 
He  guides  me  safe,  his  friendly  crook 
Directs  my  way  beneath  his  rod. 

6  My  table  God  has  richly  spread, 

Before  my  foes  I  daily  sup, 
His  joyful  oil  anoints  mine  head, 

His  generous  wine  o'erflows  my  cup. 

7  Jesus,  who  snatch'd  me  first  from  hell, 

Shall  me  from  grace  to  glory  raise; 
I  shall  with  God  for  ever  dwell, 

And  in  his  temple  sing  his  praise. 

PSALM  23.    Part  2.    L.  M. 
Christ  the  good  Shepherd. 
I  THE  Lord  of  heaven  my  &hof#ijf,r  1  is, 
I  shall  not  want,  if  1  be  i  is 

*  Verdant,  r~ 


62  PSALM  23. 

He  will  my  soul  in  safety  keep, 
Among  the  thousands  of  his  sheep. 

2  He  brings  me  where  his  flock  is  seen, 
To  feed  on  pastures  fresh  and  green; 
He  leads  me  near  the  water  side, 
Where  living  streams  in  silence  glide. 

3  If  once  my  feet  mistake  his  way 
(And  sheep,  alas!  are  prone  to  stray,) 
His  cheering  staff,  his  chastening  rod, 
Restore  and  bring  me  back  to  God. 

4  Yea,  should  I  death's  dark  valley  tread, 
Nor  death  nor  danger  would  I  dread, 

I  'd  take  my  comfort  from  above, 
And  die  rejoicing  in  his  love. 

5  My  murmuring  foes  with  envy  fret, 
For  God  has  well  my  table  set; 
With  oil  he  makes  my  face  to  shine, 
My  cup  o'erMows  with  generous  wine. 

6  I  sm  sure,  from  sweet  experience  past. 
That  God  will  own  my  soul  at  last; 
Within  his  house  I  hope  to  'abide 
And  like  a  child  at  home  reside. 

PSALM  23.   C.  M. 
The  Lord  will  provide. 

1  MY  Shepherd  is  the  Lord  most  high, 

In  whom  the  sheep  confide; 
I  shall  not  want;  for  Christ  is  nigh, 
My  Guardian  and  my  Guide. 

2  In  pastures  green,  o'er  flowery  meads, 

Beside  the  purling*  brook, 
Me,  like  a  sheep,  my  Shepherd  leads 
\Viii>  heaven's  mysterious  crook. 
">   When  I  his  holy  way  mistake 
He  doth  my  soul  restore, 
"  Hurling',  Bowing  with  a  grentl?  noise 


PSALM  23.  63 

And  leads  me  for  his  mercy's  sake 
That  I  may  stray  no  more. 

4  Yea,  should  I  walk  through  shades  of  death, 

His  presence  is  my  stay; 
A  word  of  God's  supporting  breath 
Drives  all  my  fears  away. 

5  Before  my  murmuring  foes  I  sup, 

My  board  is  richly  spread, 
His  generous  wine  o'erflows  my  cup, 
His  oil  anoints  mine  head. 

6  His  goodness  shall  my  days  attend, 

His  mercy  guard  me  well; 
Within  his  house  and  near  my  friend 
I  would  for  ever  dwell. 

7  There  would  I  find  a  settled  rest 

(While  others  go  and  come) 
No  more  a  stranger  or  a  guest, 
But  like  a  child  at  home. 

PSALM  23.    S.  M. 

The  bounty  of  Providence, 
1  THE  Lord  my  Shepherd  is, 
I  shall  be  well  supplied; 
If  God  vouchsafe*  to  call  me  his, 
No  good  shall  be  denied. 
3  Where  heavenly  pastures  grow 
He  makes  his  sheep  to'lie, 
There  living  streams  m  silence  flow, 
Sweet  streams  that  never  die. 
3  If  e'er  I  turn  astray 

He  doth  my  soul  reclaim, 
And  leads  me,  lest  I  lose  the  way, 
For  his  most  holy  name. 

*  To  vouchsafe,  to  condescend 


64  PSALM  24. 

4  If  God  afford  his  aid, 
I  cannot  yield  to  fear; 
Not  death  shall  make  my  soul  afraid, 
If  Christ,  my  life,  appear. 
.5  Invidious*  foes  repine, 

To  see  my  table  spread; 
My  cup  o'erflows  with  generous  wine, 
His  oil  anoints  mine  head. 
6  Redeem'd  from  death  and  hell, 
His  love  shall  me  pursue, 
I  shall  with  God  for  ever  dwell, 
For  all  his  words  are  true. 

PSALM  24.    C  M. 
Dwelling  with  God. 

1  THIS  earth,  and  all  this  earth  contains, 

Belongs,  O  God,  to  thee; 
And  while  the  'established  world  remains, 
It  rests  on  thy  decree. 

2  ThOn  hast  on  earth  a  dwelling  found 

For  tribes  of  different  blood; 
Here  hast  thou  nxr  the  solid  ground, 
And  there  the  swelling  flood. 

3  But  who,  my  God,  shall  see  thy  face 

On  yon  celestial  hill? 
The  man  who  humbly  trusts  thy  grace, 
But  works  thy  righteous  will. 

4  His  hands  are  clean,  bis  heart  is  pure, 

Inspir'd  with  heavenly  love; 
This  man  shall  find  the  blsssing  sure 
And  dwell  with  God  above. 

5  Lift  up  your  heads,  ye  heavenly  gates, 

Your  pearly  leaves  unfold; 

*  Invidious,  envious. 


PSALM  24.  65 

The  King  of  glory,  lo!  he  waits! 

Let  all  his  saints  behold. 
6  The  King  of  glory!  who  can  tell 

The  wonders  of  his  might! 
He  rules  the  nations;  but  to  dwell 

With  saints  is  his  delight. 

PSALM  24.    L.  %4, 
The  residence  of  the  saints. 

1  THIS  earth,  O  God,  is  thine,  with  all 
Who  dwell  on  this  terrestrial  ball; 
Thy  right  to  rule  us  is  divine, 

The  fullness  of  the  world  is  thine. 

2  The  world,  O  God,  by  thee  was  m-ade, 
The  building  on  the  sea  was  laid, 
And  given  to  men,  a  chosen  race, 

To  be  their  transient  dwelling  place. 

3  But  who,  my  God,  with  Christ  shall  rise 
To  fairer  worlds  in  yonder  skies? 
Who  shall  perform  thy  sovreign  will, 
And  dwell  for  ever  on  thine  hill? 

I  The  man  whom  pride  can  ne'er  allure, 

Whose  hands  are  clean,  whose  heart  is  pure. 

Who  ne'er  has  sworn  by  God  in  vain, 

This  man  shall  heaven  at  last  attain. 
5  These  are  the  blest  of  human  kind, 

Who  seek  thy  face,  and  favor  find; 

They  shall  enjoy  the  blissful  sight, 

And  dwell  in  everlasting  light. 
5.  Rejoice,  ye  shining  worlds  on  high, 

Behold  the  King  of  glory  nigh! 

Who  can  this  King  of  glory  be? 

The  Lord  omnipotent  is  he. 
T  Ye  heavenly  gates,  your  leaves  display, 

To  make  the  Lord,  the  Savior,  way, 


66  PSALM  25. 

Laden  with  spoils  from  earth  and  hell, 
The  Conqueror  comes  with  God  to  dwell. 
8  Rais'd  from  the  dead,  a  door  of  hope 
For  Adam's  ruin'd  race  flew  ope,* 
The  saints,  who  their  Redeemer  love, 
Shall  dwell  with  Christ  in  worlds  above. 

PSALM  25.    Part  1.    S.  M. 
Waiting  for  pardon  and  direction^ 
\  ON  thee,  my  God,  I  wait, 
And  lift  to  thee  my  soul; 
.Be  thou  my  friend  in  every  strait,     . 
Do  thou  my  foes  control. 
2  Let  those,  who  vex  the  just, 
Be  plung'd  in  endless  shame; 
But  those,  who  make  the  Lord  their  trust, 
Let  envy  ne'er  defame. 
5  To  me  thy  mercy  show, 

And  raise  my  thoughts  above; 
I  would  the  great  salvation  know, 
In  God  my  Father's  love. 

4  Teach  me  thine  holy  ways, 

And  lead  me,  Lord,  in  truth; 
Remitf  the  sins  of  riper  days, 
And  follies  of  my  youth. 

5  The  Lord  is  just  and  kind, 

His  grace  rewards  the  meek; 
He  helps  inquiring  souls  to  find 
The  blessedness  they  seek. 

6  The  Lord  is  slow  to  wrath; 

The  way  that  Jesus  trod 
Is  mark'd  with  blood;  the  heaveny  path 
Conducts  the  saints  to  God. 

*  Ope,  or  open. 

f  To  remit,  to  release,  not  to  exact. 


PSALM  25.  67 

7  "For  his  own  mercy's  sake, 

He  ransoms  from  the  grave; 
My  sins  are  great;  Lord,  undertake 
My  guilty  soul  to  save. 

PSALM  25.    Part  2.  S.  M. 
Divine  instruction. 

1  WHERE  shall  the  man  be  found, 

Who  fears  to ''offend  his  God, 
Who  loves  the  gospel's  joyful  sound, 
And  trembles  at  the  rod? 

2  His  soul  shall  dwell  at  rest, 

And  heaven  at  last  attain; 
His  seed  in  God  the  Savior  blest, 
Shall  long  on  earth  remain. 

3  The  Lord  shall  make  him  know, 

The  secrets  of  his  heart, 
The  wonders  of  his  covenant  show, 
And  all  his  love  impart. 

4  The  dealings  of  his  hands 

Are  merciful  and  just, 
With  such  as  follow  his  commands 
And  make  his  grace  their  trust. 

5  He  sees  the  saints  sincere, 

His  heart  approves  them  all, 
He  gives  them  strength  to  persevere, 
That  such  may  never  fall. 

6  But  men  at  heart  deprav'd,< 

Like  withering  fruit  decay, 
And  only  seeking  to  be  sav'd, 
Are  sure  to  fall  away. 

PSALM  25.    Part  3.    S.  M. 
Distress  of  soul. 
i  ON  God  mine  eyes  are  set, 
He  makes  my  soul  his  care, 


68  PSALM  26. 

Preserves  my  feet  from  Satan's  net 
And  breaks  the  fowler's  snare. 

2  To  thee  would  I  return, 

And  from  the  tempter  flee, 
Let  not  thy  wrath  against  me  burn, 
Return,  O  God,  to  me. 

3  The  troubles  of  mine  heart 

Require  some  cooling  balm, 
The  blood  of  Jesus  heals  the  smart, 
And  makes  my  conscience  calm. 

4  Involv'd  in  guilt  and  pain, 

My  sorrow  new  begins; 
I  look  by  faith  to  God  again, 
To  pardon  all  my  sins. 
6  One  soul  reviving  look, 

Does  all  my  fears  control, 
My  name  is  written  in  his  book, 
My  Savior  loves  my  soul. 
3  Behold  my  foes  increase, 

Preserve  me,  Lord,  from  shame; 
O,  keep  my  soul  in  perfect  peace, 
My  trust  is  in  thy  name. 
r  On  thee  I  daily  wait, 

And  heavenly  comfort  find; 
I  feel  thy  grace  in  every  strait, 
Support  my  sorrowing  mind. 
>  The  saints  awhile  may  seem 
Forsaken  and  opprest; 
But  God  will  Israel  soon  redeem, 
And  give  his  people  rest. 

PSALM  25.    L.  M. 

Self  examination . 
THE  Lord,  the  Judge,  with  searching  eyes, 
Does  all  my  ways  and  works  behold. 


PSALM  26.  69 

He  knows  mine  heart,  my  reins  he  tries, 

As  artists  touch  and  test  their  gold. 
His  crucible,*  my  Savior's  cross, 

Shall  all  my  sins  with  tire  destroy; 
Afflictions  separate  gold  from  dross, 

And  purge  my  soul  from  all  alloy. 
The  Lord  approves  the  virtuous  mind, 

LTis  eye  regards  the  man  of  truth; 
His  grace  in  Christ  divinely  kind, 

Improves  our  age,  and  tries  our  youth. 
I  will  not  sit,  I  will  not  walk 

With  persons  vicious,  vile,  and  vain; 
I  hate  the  sly  dissembler's  talk, 

His  flattery  fills  my  soul  with  pain. 
I  would  obey  each  just  command, 

As  if  I  sought  salvation  thence; 
But  when  before  my  God  I  stand, 

The  blood  of  Christ  is  my  defence. 
With  sinners  gather  not  my  life, 

Preserve  me  from  the  bloody  tribes, 
Who  spend  their  golden  years  in  strife, 

And  their  right  hands  are  full  of  bribes, 
Redeem'd  from  hell  by  wonderous  grace, 

I  hope  to  walk  each  heavenly  street, 
To  see  my  Savior's  blissful  face, 

And  all  his  friends  in  glory  meet. 

PSALM  27.    Part  1.    CM. 
The  church  is  our  delight  and  safety, 
THE  Lord,  my  Savior,  is  my  light, 

He  brings  his  glory  near; 
God  is  my  strength;  and  in  his  might. 
My  soul  can  nothing  feur. 

*  Crucible,  the  refiner's  melting-  pot. 


70  PSALM  27- 

2  The  wicked  in  a  tumult  rose, 

And  thought  my  flesh  to  eat; 
But  Jesus  frown'd,  and  all  my  foes 
Lay  prostrate  at  his  feet. 

3  Should  Satan  marshal*  all  his  host. 

Should  sinners  take  the  field, 
Unaw'd  I  M  boldly  stand  my  post, 
If  Jesus  be  my  shield. 

4  One  thing,  O  God,  I  would  desire, 

O,  grant  me  that  request, 
Within  thy  house  thy  will  to  'inquire, 
And  there  to  dwell  at  rest. 

5  There  would  I  spend  my  happy  days, 

And  there  thy  beauty  see; 
While  Christ,  in  heaven's  mysterious  ways, 
Reveals  thy  love  to  me. 

6  When  troubles  rise  with  swelling  tide, 

I  fearless  stand  the  shock, 
In  thy  pavilion,  Lord,  I  hide, 
My  Savior  is  my  Rock. 

7  Now  shall  mine  head  be  lifted  high 

O'er  all  my  foes  around, 
The  conquerer's  song  shall  rend  the  sky, 
And  he*  ven  and  earth  resound. 

PSALM  27.    Part  %    C.  M. 
Prayer  and  ho  fie. 

1  SOON  as  I  heard  my  Father  say, 

"  Ye  children  seek  my  grace," 
My  soul  replied  without  delay, 
«  I  '11  seek  my  Father's  face." 

2  Let  not  thy  face  be  hid  from  me, 

Nor  frown  my  soul  away; 
God  of  my  life,  I  fly  to  thee, 
In  a  distressing  day. 

*  To  marshal,  to  rank  in  order 


PSALM  28.  71 

3  When  friends  and  parents  me  forsake, 

From  kindred  far  exil'd, 
The  Lord  on  me  will  pity  take, 
And  bless  his  helpless  chikl. 

4  Direct  me,  Lord,  to  thine  abode 

O,  make  thy  footsteps  plain; 
Because  my  foes  beset  the  road, 
And  would  my  feet  detain. 

5  Preserve  my  soul  from  those  who  swear. 

To  'assault  and  take  my  life, 
Their  perjur'd  lips  false  witness  bear, 
They  breathe  out  death  and  strife 

6  My  fainting  flesh  had  died  of  grief, 

Had  not  my  soul  believ'd, 
To  see  thy  grace  provide  relief, 
Nor  was  mine  hope  deceiv'd. 

7  Wait  on  the  Lord,  O  trembling  saint, 

Come  trust  his  power  to  save; 
He  'upholds  the  weak,  inspires  the  faint, 
And  well  rewards  the  brave. 

PSALM  28.    L.  M. 

God  the  refuge  of  the  oppressed. 

1  TO  God,  my  Rock,  for  help  I  cry, 

Make  haste  my  soul  to  hear  and  save, 
If  God  in  silence  pass  me  by, 
I  sink,  and  perish  in  the  grave. 

2  When  toward  his  holy  hill  I  raise 

My  suppliant  hands  and  weeping  voice, 
The  Lord  will  turn  my  prayer  to  praise, 
And  bid  my  mourning  soul  rejoice. 

3  Dissemblers,  Lord,  despise  thy  law, 

They  speak  of  peace,  but  war  intend, 
My  soul  with  theirs  thou  wilt  not  draw, 
Nor  bring  me  to  their  dreadful  end. 
G  2 


72  PSALM  29. 

4  The  Lord  shall  recompense  their  way, 

He  sees  what  impious  sinners  do, 
And  tho  his  justice  long  delay, 

Yet  death  at  last  shall  strike  them  thro 

5  Because  they  disregard  his  grace, 

And  all  his  works  of  power  disdain, 
The  Lord  shall  drive  them  from  his  face, 
And  plunge  them  deep  in  endless  pain, 

6  The  Lord,  my  Refuge  and  my  Rest, 

Shall  be  for  ever  lov'd  and  fear'd; 
He  saw  my  weeping  soul  opprest 
And  God,  my  Savior,  soon  appeard. 

7  My  strength  is  in  the  Lord  my  shield, 

The  conquering  power  to  God  belongs, 
He  brings  me  shouting  from  the  field, 
To  praise  my  Savior  in  my  songs. 

8  O  God,  our  everlasting  Rock, 

The  saving  strength  of  all  the  just, 
Now  bless  thy  people,  feed  thy  flock, 
And  raise  thy  children  from  the  dust. 

PSALM  29.    Part  1.    L.  M. 

Stor?n  and  thunder. 

1  GIVE  to  the  Lord  the  praise  and  power, 

Give  to  the  Lord  the  chief  renown, 
His  voice  commands  the  gathering  shower, 
And  sends  his  blazing  lightnings  down. 

2  The  Lord,  how  dreadful  is  his  name, 

When  his  majestic  thunder  roars, 
The  heavens  appear  a  quivering  flame, 
And  trembling  earth  his  power  adores. 

3  High  seated  on  the  'electric  cloud, 

Across  the  fields  and  floods  he  flies; 
The  foaming  ocean  roars  aloud, 
And  darkness  overspreads  the  skies 


PSALM  29.  73 

4  Who  dares  the  God  of  heaven  to  'assault? 

Ah!  who  can  stand  before  his  ire, 
When  downward  thro  the  'etherial  vault, 
He  darts  his  living  streams  of  fire? 

5  Where'er  the  raging  tempest  goes 

His  whirlwinds  rush  with  fearful  haste; 
The  forests  skip  like  frighted  roes, 
The  desart  seems  a  dreary  waste. 

6  To  Lebanon  with  crashing  noise, 

The  Lord  almighty  comes  apace, 
The  mountains  fall  from  off  their  poise, 
And  earth  stands  trembling  on  its  base. 

7  The  nimble  hart,  and  frighted  hind, 

Leap  off,  and  scarcely  touch  the  ground; 
But  in  his  temple  saints  shall  find 
The  Lord  can  use  a  gentler  sound. 

8  Jehovah  rules  the  swelling  flood, 

He  sits  enthron'd  the  'eternal  King, 
The  saints,  redeem'd  by  Jesus'  blood, 
Shall  in  his  church  his  glory  sing. 

PSALM  29.    Part  2.    L.  M. 
The  voice  of  the  Lord. 

1  GIVE  to  the  Lord,  ye  sons  of  fame, 
Give  to  the  Lord  his  dreadful  name; 
Give  to  the  Lord,  the  just  and  true, 
Give  to  the  Lord  the  glory  due. 

2  The  voice  of  God  is  heard  aloud, 
Behold  he  comes  in  yonder  cloud, 
O'er  wat'ry  regions,  lo,  he  rides, 

His  hand  the  forked  lightning  guides! 

3  The  voice  of  God  is  full  of  power, 

The  heavens  grow  black,  the  tempests  lower; 

How  swift  and  awful  is  his  gait, 

A  thousand  whirlwinds  round  him  wait. 


74  psalm  so; 

4  The  voice  of  God  the  cedar  rends, 
All  Lebanon  before  him  bends; 
Proud  Sirion  skips  with  shattered  horn4 
Like  a  young  calf,  or  unicorn.* 

5  The  voice  of  God  divides  a  way 
To  give  his  nimble  lightnings  play; 
Corusantf  heaven  with  luster  gleams, 
And  down  the  God  of  thunder  streams. 

6  The  voice  of  God,  the  desart  moves, 
All  nature  shakes  when  God  reproves, 
His  word  with  terror  Kadesh  knows 
And  trembles  when  his  spirit  blows. 

7  The  voice  of  God,  with  fearful  sound, 
Does  the  parturient^  roe  confound, 

He  speaks  thro  heaven's  tremendous  valve, 
And  makes  the  'affrighted  hind  to  calve. 

8  Yet  when  in  Zion  God  appears, 
A  gentler  sound  the  sinner  hears; 
He  speaks,  and  whispers  fill  his  voice, 
That  make  repenting  souls  rejoice. 

9  The  'almighty  Lord,  who  rules  the  flood, 
Is  King  o'er  men  of  every  blood, 

This  God  hi.s  people  will  increase, 
And  bless  his  saints  with  endless  peace 

PSALM  30.    Part  1-    L.  M. 

The  convalescent. 
THY  name,  Almighty  God,  be  prais'd, 
1   Who  me  from  death's  dark  border  raia'd, 
Nor  o'er  me  let  the  foe  rejoice, 
When  thus  to  heaven  I  rais'd  my  voice. 

*  Unicorn,  a  beast  with  one  horn. 

f  Corusant,  glitering  by  flashes. 

■-  Parturient,  about  to  bring  forth  young. 


PSALM  30.  75 

2  "  On  thee,  my  God,  I  humbly  call, 
Before  the  hand  of  death  I  fall; 
Thy  stronger  arm  to  me  reveal, 
And  show  thy  sov reign  power  to  heal. 

3  When  death  prevails  and  few  survive, 
Who,  but  the  Lord,  can  keep  alive? 
What,  but  almighty  power,  can  save 
A  dying  sinner  from  the  grave?" 

4  The  Lord  reviv'd  my  fainting  breath, 
And  snatch'd  me  back  from  yawning  death: 
I  did  my  soul  to  God  commit, 

And  God  redeem'd  me  from  the  pit. 

5  Sing  to  the  Lord,  ye  suffering  saints, 
Give  thanks  and  tell  him  your  complaints, 
Remember  all  his  works  of  grace, 

And  all  your  faith  in  Jesus  place. 

6  His  anger  but  a  moment  stays, 
His  love  is  life  and  length  of  days; 
If  grief  and  tears  the  night  employ, 
The  morning  star  restores  the  joy. 

PSALM  30.    Part  2.   L.  M. 

Healthy  sickness,  and  recovery. 

1  FIRM  was  mine  health,  my  days  were  bright* 
And  I  presum'd  'twould  ne'er  be  night, 

I  fondly  said  within  mine  heart, 

"  Pleasure  and  peace  shall  ne'er  depart." 

2  'Twas  favor  made  my  mountain  stand, 
But  I  forgot  the  Favorer's  hand: 
Because  my  nerves  were  firm  and  strong, 
I  thought  I  could  my  life  prolong. 

3  The  Lord  my  rashness  soon  reprov'd 
With  sleepless  nights  and  health  remov'd, 
He  turn'd  from  me  his  blissful  face, 
And,  lo,  my,  troubles  came  apace. 


76  PSALM  31. 

4  «  On  thee,  my  gracious  God,  I  call, 
What  canst  thou  profit  by  my  fall? 
Shall  silence  songs  of  glory  raise? 
Or  shall  the  dust  declare  thy  praise? 

5  O,  hear  me,  Lord  of  mercy,  hear, 
And  be  my  Savior  strong  and  near, 
Rebuke  my  fever,  ease  my  pain, 
Restore  me,  Lord,  to  health  again." 

6  Thus  did  my  soul  awhile  bemoan, 
And  sooth'd  her  sorrows  with  a  groan; 
The  'Almighty  heard  my  praying  breath 
And  snatch'd  me  from  the  jaws  of  death. 

7  No  more  the  raging  fever  burns, 
My  mourning  God  to  dancing  turns; 
I  throw  my  sackcloth  on  the  ground, 
And  ease  and  gladness  gird  me  round. 

8  'Tis  to  this  end,  eternal  King, 
My  glory  shall  thy  goodness  sing, 
And  I  '11  the  sovreign  hand  adore, 
That  did  my  life  to  health  restore. 

PSALM  31.    Part  1.    C.  M. 
Deliverance  from  death. 
1    IN  thee,  my  God,  I  put  my  trust, 
Nor  am  I  brought  to  shame; 
When  fainting  life  draws  near  the  dust, 
I  triumph  in  thy  name. 

3  O,  God  my  Ferness,  God  my  Rock, 

My  soul  in  safety  keep; 
O  lead  me,  Shepherd  of  the  flock, 
Among  thy  chosen  sheep. 

4  To  thee  my  spirit  I  commit, 

Eternal  God  oftrutfi, 
Oft  hast  thou  sav'd  me  from  the  pit. 
And  oft  renew-'d  my  youth. 


PSALM  31. 

4  In  trouble  thou  hast  known  my  soul, 

When  bordering  on  the  grave; 
Now  let  thine  hand  my  pains  control, 
My  life  in  kindness  save. 

5  My  days  are  spent  in  silent  grief, 

Mine  eyes  consume  with  .pain; 
And  will  the  Lord  afford  relief? 
Or  must  I  s;ek  in  vain? 

6  Reproach  and  slander  wound  mine  ears, 

The  sons  of  blood  and  strife 
On  either  side  excite  my  fears, 
And  think  to  take  my  life. 

7  My  times,  O  God,  are  in  thine  hand, 

Thou  dost  my  foes  survey; 
And  must  their  bold  devices  stand? 
Must  I  become  their  prey? 

8  Away  this  dark  desponding  gloom, 

That  does  my  mind  surcharge;* 
The  Lord  will  sure  reverse  my  doom, 
And  set  my  feet  at  large. 

9  Command,  O  God,  chy  face  to  shine, 

And  heaven  within  me  make, 
O,  cheer  my  soul  with  light  divine, 
For  God,  my  Savior's  sake. 

PSALM  31.    Part  2.    C  M. 

Deliverance  from  slander. 

1  MY  soul  rejoices  in  thy  name, 

My  God,  mine  heavenly  trust, 
Thou  hast  preserv'd  my  face  from  shame. 
Mine  honor  from  the  dust. 

2  "  My  life  is  spent  with  grief,  I  cried, 

My  songs  are  turn'd  to  groans, 

*  To  surcharge,  to  overburden 


4  * 


78  PSALM  B2. 

My  strength  decays,  mine  eyes  are  dried, 
And  sorrow  wastes  my  bones." 

3  Among  mine  enemies  my  name 

A  proverb  vile  was  grown, 
While  to  my  neighbors  I  became 
Forgotten  or  unknown. 

4  On  either  side  reproach  and  fear 

Beset  my  soul  around, 
I  to  the  throne  of  grace  drew  near, 
And  speedy  rescue  found. 

5  How  threat  the  wonders  God  has  wrought- 

How  *reat  his  grace  in  store; 
The  lying  tongue  to  shame  is  brought, 
And  made  to  speak  no  more. 

6  The  saints  shall  in  his  presence  hide, 

In  vain  their  foes  assail, 
The  strife  of  tongues,  the  lips  of  pride, 
Shall  ne'er  by  lies  prevail. 

7  I  said,  but  ah!  I  spake  in  haste, 

I  'm  banish'd  from  my  King, 
My  soul  shall  ne'er  his  mercy  taste, 
Nor  I  his  glory  sing. 

8  O,  love  the  Lord,  all  ye  his  saints. 

Who  heard  my  weeping  voice; 
He'll  bend  his  ear  to  your  complaints, 
And  mike  your  hearts  rejoice. 

PSALM  32.    S.  M. 
Forgiveness  on  confession. 

1  BLEST  are  the  godly  seed, 

Whose  sins  are  cover'd  o'er; 
Divinely  blest  the  men  indeed, 
Who  God  offend  no  more. 

2  The  Lord  imputes  no  sin 

To  whom  he  grace  imparts, 


PS\LM  32.  79 

Nor  guilt  nor  guile  is  fou  id  within 
Their  unsuspicious  hearts. 

3  When  I  proud  silence  kept, 

Nor  would  my  sins  untold, 
My  guilty  eyes  for  anguish  wept, 
And  all  my  bones  grew  old. 

4  The  Lord's  almighty  hand 

Opprest  me  night  and  day; 
My  moisture,  like  a  parched  land 
In  summer,  dri'd  away. 

5  Then  I  confest  my  guilt, 

When  I  could  scarce  endure, 
The  blood  of  Christ  for  sinners  spilt, 
I  found  a  speedy  cure, 

6  Come,  sinners,  lay  your  crimes 

Before  the  Savior's  throne; 
Our  help,  in  dark  distressing  times, 
Is  found  in  God  alone. 

7  Redeem'd  and  sav'd  by  grace, 

My  faith  in  Christ  is  strong; 
Immanuel  is  my  dwelling  place, 
My  Savior  is  my  song. 

PSALM  32.    C.  M. 
The  pardoned  sinner. 

1  HOW  happy  must  the  sinner  be, 

Wrhose  guilt  is  cover'd  o'er; 
For  ever  blest  indeed  is  he, 
Who  God  offends  no  more. 

2  He  flies  the  'enticing  ways  of  sin, 

And  acts  a  faithful  part, 
Nor  guilt  nor  guile  is  found  within 
His  unsuspicious  heart. 

8  His  spirit  hates  deceit  and  lies, 

He  makes  the  I^ord  his  fear; 

H 


SO  PSALM  32. 

Amid  a  tempting  world  he  tries 
To  keep  his  conscience  clear. 
4  While  I  mine  inward  guilt  suppr6st, 
I  could  no  comfort  find; 

Thy  wrath,  O  God,  disturb'd  my  rest, 
And  rack'd  my  tortur'd  mind. 

5  Then  I  besought  thy  power  to  save, 

To  thee  my  sins  reveal'd; 
My  pard'ning  God  my  sins  forgave* 
His  blood  my  pardon  seal'd. 

6  For  this  shall  all  the  godly  pray, 

While  mercy  may  be  found; 
And  sinners  haste  without  delay, 
To  hear  the  gospel  sound. 

7  When  sorrows  like  a  foaming  flood. 

O'er  guilty  nations  roll, 
I  '11  haste  to  Jesus,  plead  his  blood, 
And  thus  secure  my  soul* 

PSALM  32.    Part  1.    L.  M. 

Christ  our  righteousness. 
i   BLEST  is  the  man,  for  ever  blest, 
Whose  guilty  soul  is  cover'd  o'er, 
And  in  his  Savior's  raiment  drest, 
The  stain  of  sin  appears  no  more. 

2  Blest  is  the  man,  whom  God  forgives. 

And  will  no  more  impute  his  sin, 
For  ever  blest  in  God  he  lives, 

The  joys  of  heaven  on  earth  begin. 

3  From  guile  his  heart  and  lips  are  free, 

His  humble  faif.ii,  his  holy  fear, 
With  deep  repentance  well  agree, 
And  join  to  prove  his  love  sincere. 

4  He  keeps  his  garments  white  and  clean,. 

Or  if  a  spot  of  guilt  remain, 


PSALM  52.  81 

No  blemish  in  his  soul  is  seen, 

For  Christ,  his  robe,  conceals  the  stain. 
While  sinners,  drest  in  proud  array, 

Have  in  their  works  salvation  sought, 
He  throws  his  righteousness  away, 

And  wears  the  robe  that  Jesus  wrought. 
How  wondrous  is  his  righteousness, 

It  far  outshines  yon  golden  globe, 
He  glories  in  his  heavenly  dress, 

A  Savior's  pure  and  spotless  robe. 

TSALM  $2.    Part  2.    L.  Iff. 
The  true  jienuent. 
WHEN  I  from  God  my  sins  conceal'd, 

And  in  his  presence  silence  kept; 
My  broken  bones  but  slowly  heal'd, 

While  I  for  pain  and  anguish  wept 
By  day  and  night  I  felt  his  hand, 

His  wrath  witnin  my  bosom  burn'd. 
My  moisture,  like  a  desart  land, 

Was  into  drouth  or  summer  turn'd. 
Then  I  before  my  Savior  spread, 

My  secret  sins,  that  inward  sore, 
He  bid  me  raise  my  drooping  head, 

"  Depart,  he  said;  and  sin  no  more." 
For  this  let  every  humble  soul 

Make  swift  advances  toward  his  seat; 
When  floods  of  strong  temptation  roll, 

There  sinners  find  a  blest  retreat. 
Instructed  in  my  Savior's  way, 

His  eye  directs  my  feet  to  move; 
And  when  I  turn  the  least  astray 

I  hear  his  gentle  voice  reprove. 
But  sinners,  like  the  blinded  horse, 

Rush  on  regardless  of  the  curb; 


82  PSALM  S3. 

While  conscience  gives  but  slight  remorse, 
Nor  does  the  law  their  peace  disturb. 
7  Their  sorrows  must  awake  betimes, 
Nor  can  that  awfui  day  be  far, 

When  God  shall  rise  to  punish  crimes, 
And  call  the  sinners  to  his  bar. 

PSALM  33.    Part  1.    C.  M 
Works  oj  Creation  and  Providence. 

1  REJOICE,  ye  righteous,  in  the  Lord, 

To  you  this  work  belongs: 
Exalt  his  name  with  sweet  accord, 
In  symphony*  of  songs. 

2  Let  vocal  notes  with  trump  and  harp, 

In  solemn  sound  be  mixt; 
Your  song  be  new,  your  key  be  sharp, 
And  all  your  thoughts  be  fixt. 

3  The  laws  of  God  are  just  and  right, 

Our  praises  are  his  due; 
He  much  in  mercy  takes  delight, 
His  word  and  works  are  true. 

4  'Twas  by  his  power  the  worlds  were  madej 

And  stars  began  to  shine; 
Tie  rolling  orbs  that  space  pervade, 
Were  form'd  by  skill  divine. 

5  He  taught  the  swelling  waves  to  flow, 

To  their  appointed  deep; 
The  raging  seas  their  limits  know, 
And  yet  his  orders  keep. 

6  Come  bow  before  the  'Eternal  One, 

And  own,  his  power  is  vast; 
He  spake,  and  lo!  the  thing  was  done, 
And  all  his  work  stood  fast. 

7  Wi'h  filial  fear  and  trembling  mirth, 

Ye  saints  before  him  fall; 
*  Symphony,  harmony  of  mingled  sounds. 


PSALM  35.  S3 

To  God  all  creatures  owe  their  birth, 
His  hand  supports  them  all. 

8  The  Lord  aspiring  mortals  sees, 

And  brings  their  shemes  to  nought; 
But  none  can  frustrate  his  decrees; 
Nor  make  him  change  a  thought. 

9  Whate'er  the  sons  of  men  devise, 

His  counsels  they  perform; 
In  vain,  like  swelling  floods,  they  rise. 
For  God  o'er  rules  the  storm. 

PS\LM  33.    Part  2-    C.  M. 
Freedom  and  equality. 

1  THRICE  happy  people,  favor'd  land, 

Where  God  his  word  makes  known, 
He  saves  them  with  a  powerful  hand, 
And  calls  their  sons  his  own- 

2  God  from  his  high  and  holy  place, 

Shall  on  their  children  look, 
New  mould  the  young  and  rising  race, 
And  teach  them  from  his  book- 

3  His  eye  with  infinite  survey, 

Does  all  the  world  behold; 
He  form'd  us  all  of  equal  clay, 
And  knows  our  feeble  mould. 

4  "  Thus  saith  the  Lord,  since  no  remorse, 

The  'unfeeling  tyrant  stings, 
The  hero  mounted  on  his  horse, 
Shall  plead  my  cause  with  kings. 

5  The  time  has  come  so  long  decreed, 

Horses  and  hosts  are  vain, 
Valor  and  strength  and  skill  and  speed 
The  victory  ne'er  shall  gain. 
r>  In  vain  the  tyrants  pray  to  God, 
In  vain  on  saints  they  call; 
H  2 


84  PSALM  33. 

Mine  is  the  battle,  at  my  nod 
Shall  empires  rise  and  fall. 

7  Let  Israel  make  my  name  their  trust. 

When  wars  and  famines  spread; 
My  watchful  eye  secures  the  just 
Amid  ten  thousand  dead. 

8  My  Son  is  King,  proclaim  aloud 

Tie  cci  quest  of  his  crown; 
Hi?  feet  shall  triumph  o'er  the  proud, 
And  tread  oppressors  down." 

PSALM  33.    As  the  113.  Part.  1. 
God  our  Creator  and  Preserver. 

1  YE  holy  saints,  in  God  rejoice, 
To  him  attune  the  human  voice, 

To  you  the  pleasing  work  belongs; 
His  glory  v  ell  becomes  your  aim 
Let  every  tongue  his  love  proclaim, 

Ar.d  flowing  numbers  grace  the  songs, 

2  The  Lord  in  mercy  takes  delight, 
His  word  is  true,  his  *vorks  are  right, 

Hi^  loye  is  most  divinely  free; 
Beyond  this  earth's  remotest  ends, 
Ks  proodneis  flows,  his  truth  extends, 

(This  earth,  O  God,  is  full  of  thee.) 

3  'Twas  by  his  word  the  heavens  were  made* 
The  roiling  orbs  that  space  pervade, 

Were  form'd  by  his  unerring  skill; 
The  Lord  in  heaven  has  fixt  his  throne, 
Above  the  stars  he  reigns  alone, 

And  whirls  the  planets  'round  at  will. 

4  He  rules  the  wat'ry  world,  with  ease 
His  gathering  hand  collects  the  seas 

In  the  vast  store-house  of  the  deep; 
In  vain  the  billows  lash  the  shore, 


PSALM  33.  85 

The  flood  can  drown  the  world  no  more, 
But  must  his  binding  orders  keep. 

5  Let  earth  adore  the  'Eternal  One, 
He  spake,  and  'o!  the  work  was  done, 

At  his  command  the  world  stands  sure; 
He  calls  for  famine,  fire,  and  dearth, 
And  while  his  judgments  ravage  earth, 

His  watchful  eyes  the  just  secure. 

6  Ye  mortals,  with  an  holy  fear, 
Before  this  dreadful  God  appear, 

Nor  let  your  hearts  against  him  rise; 
Vain  are  your  thoughts,  and  weak  your  hands, 
But  his  eternal  counsel  stands, 

Unchang'd  by  schemes  that  men  devise 

■    PSALM  33.    As  the  113.    Part  2- 

The  hajifiy  nation. 

1  THE  nation  is  for  ever  blest, 
Where  Israel's  God  vouchsafes  to  rest, 

And  take  the  people  for  his  own; 
High  on  a  throne  of  bliss  he  reigns; 
But  in  his  wondrous  goodness,  deigns 

To  make  his  laws  and  statutes  known. 

2  God  from  his  high  and  holy  place, 
Looks  down  to  bless  the  rising  race, 

And  teach  them  in  his  perfect  way; 
Give  equal  laws,  and  equal  rights, 
In  this  the  God  of  heaven  delights, 

Who  form'd  us  all  of  equal  clay. 

3  The  proud  to  raise  a  mortal  name, 
Delight  in  war,  and  blow  the  flame, 

Or  dig  from  hell  the  raging  fire; 
Their  eyes  behold  with  eager  gaze 
The  glittering  spear  and  smoking  blaze, 

1  nen  smile  to  see  the  poor  expire. 


86  «  PSALM  34. 

4  The  'oppressor  glories  in  his  strength, 
But,  O,  his  time  must  come  at  length, 

For  God  himself  has  fixt  the  hour! 
In  vain  he  trusts  his  flying  steed, 
For  when  his  turn  has  come  to  bleed, 

The  fowls  of  heaven  his  flesh  devour. 

5  Amid  the  din  of  clashing  swords, 
The  Lord  our  best  defence  affords, 

The  saints  before  him  safely  stand; 
His  watchful  eyes  preserve  the  just, 
Who  make  his  name  their  fear  and  trust, 

When  war  and  famine  waste  the  land. 

6  The  Lord  our  helper,  God  our  shield, 
Will  lead  our  armies  to  the  field, 

And  aid  our  cause  in  every  strait; 
Our  hopes,  O  God,  are  placd  in  thee, 
For  thou  hast  set  the  nation  free, 

Our  souls  for  thy  salvation  wait! 

PSALM  34.    Part  1.    L.  M. 
The  exiled  patriot. 

1  FAR  from  my  native  land  exil'd, 

My  soul  in  God,  my  Savior,  boasts; 
He,  like  a  father,  owns  his  child, 

When  tyrants  drive  me  from  their  coasts, 

2  From  friends,  but  not  from  Jesus,  driven, 

I  yet  behold  his  smiling  face; 
'Tis  heaven  to  know  my  sins  forgiven. 
And  in  a  desart  taste  his  grace. 

3  Ye  fellow  exiles,  join  with  me, 

Come,  let  us  all  exalt  his  name; 
I  sought  the  'eternal  God,  and  he 
Has  not  expos'd  my  soul  to  shame. 
%  I  told  him  all  my  secret  grief, 

Mine  inward  groanings  reach'd  his  ears; 


PSALM  34.  87 

He  gave  my  raging  pains  relief, 
And  calm'd  the  tumult  of  my  fears. 

5  To  God  the  poor  lift  up  their  eyes, 

With  heavenly  joy  their  ^aces  shine, 
A  beam  of  mercy  from  the  skies, 
Fills  them  witn  light  am  love  divine. 

6  His  holy  angels  pitch  thtir  ur.rs, 

Around  the  men,  who  serve  .he  Lord; 
What  ills  their  heaven l \  care  prevents, 
Nor  tongue  can  tell,  nor  pen  record. 

7  The  hungry  lion  'oars  for  pain. 

To  him  no  food  an  angel  brings; 
But  none  shall  seek  the  Loru  in  vain, 
Nor  want  supplies  of  needful  mings. 

PSALM  34.    Part  2     L.  M. 
Children  admonished. 

1  CHILDREN,  in  years  and  knowledge  young, 

Your  parent's  hope,  your  parent's  joy, 
Attend  the  counsels  of  my  tongue, 

Let  pious  thoughts  your  minds  employ  . 

2  If  you  desire  a  length  of  days, 

Or  wish  to  'enjoy  contented  life, 
Restrain  your  feet  from  impious  ways 
And  shun  the  devious*  paths  of  strife. 

3  Watch  o'er  the  tongue,  inspect  the  heart, 

Be  honest,  faithful,  just  and  true; 
Do  good,  from  every  sin  depart, 
Seek  peace,  and  only  peace  pursue. 

4  Jesus,  your  Savior,  when  a  child, 

Did  well  improve  his  heavenly  mind, 
His  words  were  soft,  his  temper  mild, 
And  all  his  actions  just  and  kind. 

*  Devious,  wandering,  out  of  the  right  way. 


88  PSALM  34. 

5  From  such  a  blest  example  learn. 

What  thoughts  become  the  human  breast; 
Like  Jesus,  let  your  bowels  yearn 
Whene'er  you  see  the  poor  opprest. 

6  Then  shall  your  tender  bosoms  know, 

What  pleasures  spring  from  filial  love; 
'Tis  heaven,  begun  on  earth  below. 
Made  perfect  in  the  worlds  above. 

PSALM  34.    Part  1.    C.  M. 
The  saints  happy  in  banishment. 

1  EXIL'D  and  banish'd  far  away, 

I  found  my  Savior  near; 
My  lips  had  scarce  begun  to  pray, 
When  God  began  to  hear. 

2  My  soul  his  name  for  ever  bless, 

And  make  his  strength  thy  boast; 
For  when  my  foes  did  most  oppress, 
He  show'd  me  favor  most. 

3  Ye  humble  souls,  come  join  with  me, 

Exult*  in  grateful  verse, 
I  sought  the  'eternal  God,  and  he 
Did  all  my  fears  disperse. 

4  Sing  to  the  honor  of  his  name, 

How  a  poor  sufferer  cri'd, 
Nor  was  his  hope  expos'd  to  shame, 
Nor  was  his  suit  deni'd. 

5  He  saw  his  servant  prest  with  grief, 

But  while  the  saint  was  sad, 
He  came  in  haste  to  my  relief, 
And  bid  my  soul  be  glad. 

6  My  Savior  is  a  friend  indeed, 

Let  saints  in  anguish  know, 

*  To  exult,  to  triumph. 


PSALM  34.  89 

Jehovah  will  supply  their  need, 
And  be  their  God  below. 

PSALM  34.    Part  2.   C.  M. 
Sinners  invited. 
1   IN  welcome,  sinners,  come  and  taste 
The  sweets  of  heavenly  love; 
Haste,  to  the  friend  of  sinners  haste, 
While  Jesus  pleads  above. 
I  Come,  enter  each  a  willing  guest, 
(For  God  invites  us  all) 
The  sinner  is  divinely  blest, 
Wno  hears  the  gospel  call. 
3  Expos' d  to  death  and  every  snare, 
Your  hope  in  Jesus  place, 
O,  try  his  mercy,  trust  his  care, 
And  venture  on  his  grace. 
1  He  bids  his  angels  pitch  their  tents 
'Round  where  his  children  dwell; 
What  ills  their  heavenly  care  prevents. 
No  mortal  tongue  can  tell. 

5  O,  love  the  Lord,  ye  saints  of  his; 

His  eye  regards  the  just! 
How  richly  blest  their  portion  is, 
Who  make  the  Lord  their  trust 

6  The  hungry  lion  vents  his  cries, 

And  roams  o'er  all  the  wood; 
But  God  his  holy  poor  supplies, 
With  every  needful  good. 

PSALM  34.  Part  3.    C.  M. 
The  duty  of  Children. 
1  COME,  children,  your  instructor  hear- 
Attend  with  one  accord; 
God,  your  Creator,  love  and  fear, 
Remember  Christ  your  Lord. 


90  PSALM  35. 

2  In  virtue's  heavenly  cause  engage, 

From  sinful  ways  depart; 
Religion  best  adorns  your  age, 
The  best  improves  the  heart. 

3  The  'omniscient*  God  regards  the  just, 

He  hears  his  servants  cry; 
And  while  his  children  dwell  in  dust, 
He  trains  them  for  the  sky. 

4  What  if  afflictions  press  them  down, 

And  saints  complain  awhile, 
'Tis  but  a  father's  gentle  frown, 
Before  the  'eternal  smile. 

5  Let  evil  smite  the  sons  of  pride, 

But  God  secures  his  own, 
Prevents  the  mischief  when  they  slide, 
Or  heals  the  broken  bone. 

6  When  desolation,  like  a  flood, 

Comes  rolling  o'er  the  proud, 
The  saints  redeem'd  by  Jesus'  blood, 
Shall  sing  his  praise  aloud. 

PSALM  35.   Part  1.   C.  M. 
Persecutors  im fire  cat  ed. 

1  PLEAD  thou  my  cause,  O  Lord  of  light. 

My  righteous  soul  defend; 
Against  the  men,  who  'against  me  fight, 
O  God  of  power,  contend. 

2  Draw  out  thy  spear  and  stop  their  way, 

Lift  thine  avenging  rod; 
But  to  my  soul  in  mercy  say, 
"  Behold  thy  Savior  God." 

3  Against  my  life  oppressors  rise, 

How  is  their  wrath  inflam'd; 

*  Omniscient,  infinitely  wise. 


PSALM  S5.  91 

Confound  the  mischief  they  devise, 
And  turn  them  back  asham'd. 

4  As  flies  the  chaff,  so  let  the  hase 

Nor  rest  nor  comfort  find, 
Let  death  begin  the  dreadful  chase, 
And  follow  hard  behind. 

5  How  dark  and  slippery  is  their  path, 

And  yet  they  love  it  well; 
The  flaming  minister  of  wrath, 
Pursues  them  swift  to  hell. 

6  Destruction  with  an  awful  crash, 

Shall  overwhelm  the  'accurst, 
It  comes  as  quick  as  lightnings  flash, 
And  loud  as  thunders  burst. 

7  Yet  save,  O  God,  thy  chosen  few, 

Among  that  impious  race, 
Divide  them  from  the  bloody  crew, 

By  thy  surprising  grace. 
3  Then  will  I  raise  my  tuneful  voice 

To  make  thy  wonders  known; 
In  their  salvation  I  '11  rejoice, 

And  bless  thee  for  mine  own. 

PSALM  35.    Part  2.    C.  M. 

Love  to  enemies. 
\  FROM  holy  David  saints  should  learn, 
To  feel  another's  woes; 
His  tender  bowels  us'd  to  yearn, 
O'er  his  afflicted  foes. 

2  When  they  were  sick  his  soul  complain'd 
And  seem'd  to  feel  the  smart; 
A  kind  forgiving  spirit  reign'd 

Within  his  pious  heart. 
As  for  a  friend  with  sackcloth  clad, 
Ue  did  their  pains  condole; 

I 


92  PSALM  36. 

And  yet  their  abject  hearts  were  glad, 
When  sorrow  touch'd  his  soul. 

4  They  curse  the  monarch  on  his  bed, 

His  life  the  murd'rer  seeks; 

While  tears  of  pity  freely  shed, 

Run  down  his  royal  cheeks. 

5  Dissemblers  mock'd  him  at  their  feasts 

And  sporting  with  his  pangs, 
With  gnashing  teeth,  like  raging  beasts, 
They  held  him  in  their  fangs.* 

6  False  witnesses  around  him  stood, 

To  facts  unknown  they  swore, 
They  render'd  evil  for  his  good, 
And  yet  the  saint  forbore! 

7  O,  glorious  type  of  heavenly  grace, 

Thus  Christ  the  Lord  appears, 
WThiIe  sinners  curse  him  face  to  face, 
He  pities  them  with  tears. 

8  Tho  cruel  foes  his  death  devise, 

And  nail  him  to  the  tree, 
Yet  love  breaks  out  from  Jesus'  eyes, 
And  runs  divinely  free! 

9  Let  such  examples  fire  the  mind, 

And  raise  our  thoughts  above, 
Was  Jesus  so  divinely  kind, 
Then  let  his  followers  love. 

PSALM  36.  L.  M. 

The  perfections  of  God. 
\   ALMIGHTY  God,  what  tongue  can  tell, 
The  dreud  perfections  of  thy  name, 
In  heaven  thy  brightest  gloria  dwell, 
Thyself  the  puie  eternal  flume. 

*  Fan£s,  the  tusks,  or  long  teeth  of  a  boar. 


PSALM  36.  93 

2  Deep  as  the  sea  thy  purpose  lies, 

Thy  view  extends  thro  boundless  space, 
And  tho  thy  power  transcends  the  skies, 
Yet  condescending  is  thy  grace. 

3  For  ever  firm  thy  justice  stands, 

As  mountains  their  foundations  keep, 
Wise  are  the  wonders  of  thine  hands, 
Thy  judgments  are  a  mighty  deep. 

4  Thy  providence  is  kind  and  large, 

Both  man  and  beast  thy  bounty  share; 
The  whole  creation  is  thy  charge, 
But  saints  are  thy  peculiar  care. 

5  My  God,  how  excellent  and  free, 

The  grace  from  whence  salvation  springs, 
The  guilty  sinner  flies  to  thee, 

And  hides  beneath  thy  sheltering  wings. 

6  Well  pleas'd  with  what  thy  love  bestows, 

The  saints  within  thine  house  abide, 
There  mercy,  like  a  river  flows, 

And  heavenly  pleasures  swell  the  tide. 

7  Life,  like  a  fountain  from  its  source, 

Does  from  the  throne  of  Jesus  run, 
Thy  Hght  preserves  its  constant  course, 
And  shines  more  glorious  than  the  sun. 

8  The  saints  at  last  shall  rule  the  land, 

And  drink  the  rivers  of  delight, 
The  foot  of  pride,  the  tyrant's  hand, 

Shall  ne'er  remove  them  from  thy  sight. 

PSALM  36.    Part  1.  C.  M. 

Practical  Atheism. 

1  WHEN  daring  men  grow  bold  in  sin, 
Mine  heart  within  me  saith, 
No  fear  of  God  exists  within, 
Their  lives  belie  their  faith, 


94,  PSALM  36. 

2  Self  flattery  fills  their  souls  with  pride, 

Their  lips  with  lies  abound; 
But  while  their  tongues  the  saints  deride, 
Their  sins  are  hateful  found. 

3  They  with  their  mouths  delight  to  scoff, 

Their  souls  the  word  despise; 
Wisdom  they  hate  and  leave  it  off, 
Yet  think  the  scorner  wise. 

4  Their  impious  ways  provoke  the  Lord, 

To  mischief  only  bent, 
No  sin  is  by  their  souls  abhorr'd, 
That  gives  their  passions  vent. 

5  Thy  mercy,  Lord,  transcends  the  skies, 

For  while  they  boast  aloud, 
No  flaming  bolt  of  lightning  flies, 
From  heaven,  to  strike  the  proud. 

6  Thy  judgments  are  a  mighty  deep, 

For  tho  thy  wrath^  delay, 
Yet  justice  cannot  always  sleep, 
But  must  their  works  repay. 

PSALM  36.   Part  2.  C.  M. 
The  goodness  and  mercy  of  God, 

1  ABOVE  the  heaven's  created  rounds 

Thy  mercies,  Lord,  extend; 
Thy  truth  outlives  the  narrow  bounds, 
Where  time  and  nature  end. 

2  We  live  and  move  at  thy  command, 

Thy  goodness  is  our  feast; 
Great  God,  thine  all-protecting  hand 
Preserves  both  man  and  beast. 

3  How  excellent  appears  the  grace, 

From  whence  salvation  springs, 

How  blest  the  sons  of  Adam's  race, 

Who  seek  thy  sheltering  wings. 


PSALM  36.  95 

4  Within  thine  house  the  saints  abide, 

'Tis  heaven's  immortal  brink, 
There  pleasure  lifts  her  rapturous  tide, 
There  all  that  will  may  drink. 

5  From  thee,  when  creature  streams  run  low, 

When  earthly  cisterns  fail, 
Perpetual  springs  of  health  shall  flow, 
And  endless  life  prevail. 

6  Should  all  created  light  decay, 

And  death  close  up  our  eyes, 

Thy  presence  makes  eternal  day, 

Where  clouds  can  never  rise. 

PSALM  36.    Part  1.  S.  M. 
The  daring  sinner  warned. 
i   WHEN  man  grows  bold  in  sin, 
Mine  heart  within  me  saith, 
He  has  no  fear  of  God  within, 
His  life  belies  his  faith. 

2  He  walks  a  while  conceal'd, 

His  flattery  hides  his  shame, 
Till  his  dark  crimes  at  once  teveaF 
Expose  his  hateful  name. 

3  To  daring  sins  inclin'd, 

His  lips  with  lies  abound, 
Wisdom  is  banish'd  from  his  mind, 
No  goodness  there  is  found. 

4  In  bed  a  plan  he  lays, 

Unwary  souls  to  'entice, 
He  sets  himself  in  sinful  ways, 
His  soul  abhors  no  vice. 

5  Thy  mercy,  Lord,  is  high, 

Thy  judgments  are  a  deep; 
But  ah.  his  doom  is  drawing  nigh, 
For  justice  cannot  sleep  I 

12 


96  PSALM  36- 

6  There  is  an  awful  hour, 
Let  daring  sinners  know, 
When  God,  made  dreadful  to  devour> 
Shall  burn  the  world  below. 

PSALM  36.    Part  2.    ft  M. 
2^/ie  attributes  of  God. 

1  HIGH  o'er  the  loftiest  cloud, 

The  Lord  his  throne  maintains, 
His  praise  thro  heaven  resounds  aloud. 
In  sweet  angelic  strains. 

2  We  sing  Jehovah's*  name, 

That  sounds  so  high  above, 
Elohimf  is  the  'eternal  flame, 
Of  uncreated  love. 

3  His  mercies  soar  afar 

And  high  as  heaven  ascend, 
Above  each  cloud,  and  every  star, 

His  grace  and  truth  extend. 
A  As  mountains  great  and  steep, 

His  righteousness  is  found; 
His  judgments  are  a  mighty  deep, 

That  man  can  never  sound. 

5  'Tis  by  his  power  we  stand, 

His  gooodness  is  our  feast, 
And  'tis  his  all-protecting  hand 
Preserves  both  man  and  beast. 

6  His  nature  pure  as  gold, 

No  sully  can  attaint; 
For  while  his  hands  the  world  uphold. 
His  heart  approves  the  saint. 

7  How  excellent  the  grace, 

From  whence  salvation  springs; 
•  Jehovah,  the  one  nature  in  Elohim- 
f  Elohim,  the  three  persons  in  Jehovah. 


PSALM  3?  97     y 


How  blest  the  sons  of  Adam's  race; 

Who  trust  his  shadowy  wings. 
3  At  rivers  full  and  free, 

They  drink  the  living  streams; 
And  in  his  light  the  saints  shall  see, 

His  soul  reviving  beams. 

PSALM  37.  Part  1.  C.  M. 
The  cure  of  envy. 
\  FRET  not  thyself,  O  sorrowing  soul 
No  more  thy  God  displease, 
To  see  the  sons  of  pleasure  roll 
On  downy  beds  of  ease. 

2  As  flow'ry  grass  cut  down  at  noon, 

Before  'lis  evening  fades; 
So  shall  their  glories  vanish  soon 
In  everlasting  shades. 

3  Go,  feed  the  poor  with  liberal  hand, 

Nor  want  nor  famine  dread; 
So  shall  thy  seed  possess  the  land, 
And  God  provide  thee  bread. 

4  In  God  let  all  the  church  delight, 

His  saints  are  truly  blest, 
He  keeps  his  servants  near  his  sight, 
He  grants  what  they  request. 

5  Commit  to  God  your  doubtful  way, 

And  he  '11  your  path  adorn, 
Fair  as  the  light  that  makes  our  day, 
And  beauteous  as  the  morn. 

6  Rest  in  the  Lord,  and  patient  wait, 

Nor  at  the  'oppressor  fret, 
For  God  is  near  in  every  strait, 
Nor  can  his  saints  forget. 

7  What  if  the  sinner  laugh  a  whik 

And  sin  unpunish'd  goes? 


98  PSALM  37. 

Tis  but  a  feint  and  transient*  smile 
Before  eternal  woes. 

8  How  dreadful  is  his  hastening  doom, 

In  vain  his  place  you  seek, 
Cut  off  to  make  the  righteous  room, 
Destroy'd  before  the  meek. 

9  The  sword,  the  pestilence  and  dearth, 

Shall  do  their  work  and  cease, 
Then  shall  the  saints  possess  the  earth, 
And  find  abundant  peace. 

PSALM  37.  Part2.  CM. 
The  fiur/iose  of  the  wicked  frustrated 

1  THE  wicked  plot  against  the  just; 

How  impious  is  the  plan, 
To  tread  the  virtuous  in  the  dust, 
To  slay  the  godly  man. 

2  In  vain  they  pass  their  bold  decrees, 

To  put  the  saints  in  fear; 
The  Lord  derides  them,  for  he  sees 
The  day  of  vengeance  near. 

3  The  silver  sword,  the  bow  of  steel, 

Against  the  poor  they  draw, 
To  make  the  sons  of  sorrow  feel 
The  force  of  tyrant  law. 

4  My  God  shall  break  their  bows  and  burn 

Their  persecuting  darts, 
Shall  their  own  swords  against  them  turn, 
And  pierce  their  stubborn  hearts. 

5  When  wars  and  famines  round  us  spread 

Their  desolating  train, 
The  saints,  suppli'd  with  daily  bread, 
Shall  live  amid  the  slain. 

*  Transient,  short,  momentary. 


PSALM  37.  99 

5  But  tyrants,  who  my  God  provoke, 
Shall  perish  in  that  day; 
As  fat  of  lambs  comsume  in  smoke, 
So  shall  they  melt  away. 

PSALM  37.   Part  3.  C.  M. 
The  happiness  of  the  liberal. 

1  LET  sinners  make  the  world  their  trust, 

And  grow  profanely  bold, 
The  meantst  portion  of  the  just, 
Excels  their  purest  gold. 

2  The  wicked  borrows  of  his  friends, 

But  ne'er  designs  to  pay, 
The  saint  is  merciful,  and  lends, 
Nor  turns  the  poor  away. 

3  His  3lms,  with  liberal  heart,  he  gives, 

Among  the  sons  of  need; 
His  memory  long  in  glory  lives, 
And  blessed  is  his  seed- 

4  Once  I  was  young,  but  now  I  draw 

In  haste  to  join  the  dead; 
In  all  my  life  I  never  saw, 
The  righteous  begging  bread. 

5  The  God  of  judgment  loves  the  meek, 

They  dwell  before  his  face; 
But  they,  who  dare  their  harm  to  seek, 
Shall  perish  from  the  place. 

6  Blest  is  the  man  of  upright  heart, 

His  feet  shall  never  slide, 
Nor  would  he  from  the  law  depart, 
To  seek  an  erring  guide. 

7  When  sinners  fall  the  righteous  stand, 

Preserv'd  from  every  snare; 
They  shall  possess  the  promis'd  land, 
And  God  their  heaven  prepare. 


100  PSALM  37. 

PSALM  37.    Part  4.  C  M 
The  fier severance  of  the  sainiu. 

1  THE  saints.  O  Lord,  shall  persevere. 

Their  steps  are  ordered  well; 
Thy  mighty  hand  upholds  them  here, 
Against  the  powers  of  hell. 

2  Their  hearts  approve  the  heavenly  VI 

They  keep  the  beaten  track; 
Or  if  they  turn  the  least  astray? 
Thy  spirit  brings  them  back. 

3  Tho  satan  plot  their  final  fall, 

And  earth  and  hell  assault; 
Yet  Jesus  hears  the  softest  call. 
And  overlooks  a  fault. 

4  The  heavenly  heritage  is  theirs, 

With  God  their  peace  is  made, 
He  feeds  them  now,  and  makes  them  heirs 
To  crowns  that  never  fade. 

5  The  heirs  of  heaven  can  ne'er  be  lost, 

But  must  their  crowns  obtain; 
'Twas  Jesus  paid  the  mighty  cost, 
Nor  was  the  purchase  vain. 

6  Wait  on  the  Lord,  ye  feeble  band, 

Nor  fear  when  tyrants  frown; 
You  shall  possess  the  promis'd  land, 
When  justice  cuts  them  down. 

PSALM  37-    Part  5.   C.  M. 
The  different  end  of  the  ivicked  and  right  com. 

1  THE  haughty  sinner  have  I  seen 

Display'd  in  all  his  pride, 
Like  a  tall  bay  tret-  fair  and  green, 
With  branches  spreading  wide. 

2  Awhile  he  gloried  in  his  shade, 

And  far  his  terror  spread, 


PSALM  J3.  101 

He  dar'd  the  rights  of  man  to  'invade. 

And  fill'd  the  world  with  dread- 
3  Above  the  clouds  he  seem'd  to  shoot, 

He  call'd  the  world  his  own; 
But  death  lay  working  at  his  root, 

To  mortal  view  unknown. 
4,  And  lo,  he  perish'd  from  the  ground, 

In  death  his  glory  sunk, 
Nor  bud,  nor  branch,  nor  leaf  was  found, 

To  'adorn  his  lifeless  trunk. 

5  But  mark  the  men  of  hearts  sincere, 

How  blest  is  their  decease! 
They  spend  their  days  in  quiet  here, 
Then  leave  the  world  in  peace. 

6  The  Lord  their  Savior  knows  their  straits, 

And  arms  them  with  his  strength, 
Death  like  a  faithful  servant  waits, 
And  brings  them  home  at  length. 

PSALM  38.  C.  M. 

The  remembrancer. 
i  IN  thy  fierce  wrath  rebuke  me  not, 
My  F  -ilier  and  my  God; 
Or  if  afflictions  prove  my  lot, 
Employ  thy  gent'lest  rod. 
I  Thine  hand  my  flesh  has  sorely  prest, 
Thine  arrows  stick  within, 
Mine  aching  bones  forbid  my  rest, 
Because  of  all  my  sin. 
:  High  o'er  mine  head  a  burden  hangs. 
Like  some  tremendous*  stone. 
Mv  sins  deserve  eternal  pangs, 
No  tears  for  sins  atone. 

*  Tremendous,  drea 


102  PSALM  39. 

*  My  soul  is  SUM  with  sore  dismay, 

My  sorrows  cast  me  down, 

And  I  go  mourning  all  the  day, 

Beneath  my  Father's  frown. 

5  My  friends  and  neighbors  stand  aloof,* 

My  foes  deride  my  pain; 
But  in  my  mouth  is  no  reproof, 
In  silence  I  remain. 

6  Lord,  I'm  afflicted,  low  and  weak, 

My  fever  burns  like  fire; 
But  tho  my  tongue  no  more  could  speak, 
Yet  thou  canst  hear  desire. 

7  To  thee  will  I  confess  my  guilt, 

I  thus  will  plead  with  thee, 
"  Was  not  the  blood  of  Jesus  spilt, 
To  set  the  sinner  free?" 

8  The  Lord  will  not  my  soul  forsake, 

But  will  my  sins  forgive, 
If  Christ  for  me  should  undertake 
I  shall  not  die,  but  live, 

PSALM  39-    L.  M. 

Prudence  and  zeal. 

1  I  SAID,  and  thus  my  thoughts  revolv'd, 

"  Now  will  I  keep  my  tongue  frcm  wrong,1' 
Then  for  my  mouth  a  curb  resolv'd. 
And  made  the  bridle  firm  and  strong. 

2  Constraint  against  my  will  to  stay 

With  men  of  lips  and  lives  profane, 
I  kept  a  double  guard  that  day, 

Nor  let  my  talk,  like  theirs,  be  vain 
S  My  lips  an  holy  silence  kept, 
I  held  my  peace  at  daring  sin; 

*  Aloof,  at  a  distance. 


PSALM  39.  103 

But  while  o'er  sinners  thus  I  wept 
A  thousand  sorrows  stir'd  within. 

4  Mine  heart  grew  hot,  and  hot  my  muse, 

I  felt  a  fire  within  me  burn; 
How  long,  said  I,  will  fools  refuse, 
And  Christ,  the  great  salvation,  spurn? 

5  I  spake,  and  did  repentance  preach, 

(For  who  could  longer  hold  his  breath) 
Far  as  my  feeble  voice  could  reach, 
I  warn'd  them  all  to  fly  from  death. 

6  Oh!  if  my  voice  could  pierce  the  cloud, 

And  reach  creation's  utmost  bound, 
I  'd  call  on  all  the  world  aloud, 

To  hear  the  gospel's  heavenly  sound. 

PSALM  39.    Part  1.    C.  M. 
The  vanity  of  man  as  mortal, 

1  INSTRUCT  me,  Lord,  in  wisdom's  ways 

My  fleeting  life  to  spend; 
I  would  survey  my  wasting  days 
And  measure  well  their  end. 

2  The  line  of  life  is  but  a  span, 

An  inch  of  narrow  time; 
Then  what,  alas,  is  dying  man, 
In  all  his  flower  and  prime! 

3  As  move  the  shadows  o'er  the  plain, 

So  time  before  us  moves, 
The  best  estate  of  man  is  vain, 
His  life  a  vapor  proves. 

4  Some  walk  in  honors  vain  disguise, 

Some  dig  for  golden  ore, 
To  thankless  heirs  their  wealth  demise.* 
And  straight  are  seen  no  more. 

*  To  demise,  to  grant  by  will. 
K 


104  PSALM  39. 

5  Wi!atshouId^ishorWaitforthen, 

trom  creatures,  earth  and  dust? 
In  vain  we  pray  to  dying  men,       ' 
Ur  make  the  world  our  trust 

6  Now  I  reproVe  this  heart  of  mine, 

My  vain  desires  recall, 
I  seek  a  portion  more  divine 
And  make  my  God  mine  all. 

PSALM  39.    Part  2.   C.  M. 
Sick  bed  devotion. 

v^Hw7  lUei Iook  sem]y  down> 

b  10m  heaven's  eternal  hill: 

In  silent  griefl  feel  thy  frown, 

Nor  would  dispute  thy  will. 

2  Diseases  thine  attendants  stand, 

A  long  and  dismal  train, 
Death  is  thy  servant  at  command, 
JNor  hears  thy  word  in  vain. 

3  Yet  I  may  plead  with  humble  cries, 
u  J;nVhus  th.v  name  invoke, 

My  flesh  consumes,  my  spirit  dies, 
Avert  thy  heaviest  stroke." 

*  K  AnCfrr\?°d  °f  heaven  ^ow  wroth, 
And  lift  his  awful  rod, 

The  nations  are  but  feeble  moth, 

-Before  the  'eternal  God. 

5  B  ™°ld/.r0.Lord>  mY  flowmg  tears, 

My  life  m  mercy  spare; 

But  if  thine  hand  cut  short  my  years, 
My  soul  for  heaven  prepare. 

6  I  *m  but  a  stranger  here  below, 

Like  Abraham  I  sojourn, 
I  would  the  God  of  Abraham  know. 
And  hone  at  last  return. 


PSALM  40.  105 

7  Yet,  Lord,  shouldst  thou  my  life  restore, 
And  bring  me  from  the  grave, 
'Till  I  go  hence  and  be  no  more, 
I  '11  sing  thy  power  to  save. 

PSALM  40.    Part  1.    C.  M. 
A  song  of  deliverance. 

1  LONG  did  my  soul  with  patience  wait, 

'Till  God  his  ear  inclin'd; 
He  heard  my  cries,  and  in  my  strait 
Reiiev'd  my  troubled  mind. 

2  He  rais'd  me  from  an  horrid  pit 

Of  deep  and  miry  clay; 
To  God  I  did  my  way  commit, 
And  God  confirm'd  my  way. 

3  On  Christ,  the  Rock,  behold  I  standi 

And  join  the  ransom'd  throng, 

To  praise  the  wonders  of  his  hand, 

And  make  the  Rock  my  song. 

4  I  Ml  bless  the  Rock,  I  '11  bless  the  rod, 

The  saints  with  joy  shall  hear, 
And  sinners  learn  to  make  my  God, 
Their  only  hope  and  fear. 

5  Blest  is  the  man,  who  trusts  the  Lord, 

And  God  my  refuge  tries; 
The  proud  are  in  his  view  abhorr'd, 
He  hates  the  man  of  lies. 

6  In  vain,  O  God,  I  try  to  speak 

The  wonders  thou  has  wrought; 
My  language  fails,  my  words  too  weak, 
But  half  convey  the  thought. 

7  Unnumber'd  are  thy  works  of  love, 

What  God  for  us  prepares. 
Nor  flaming  saint  that  sin^s  above, 
Nor  angel's  tongue  declares- 


106  PSALM  40. 

8  When  I  'm  afflicted,  poor  and  low, 
And  find  my  passage  rough, 
Let  me  my  God,  my'Savior,  know, 
And  faith  replies,  «  enough." 

PSALM  40.  Part  2.  C.  M. 

The  incarnation  and  sacrifice  of  Christ. 

1  «  THUS  saith  the  Lord,  your  work  is  vain, 

Give  your  burnt  offerings  o'er, 
In  dying  goats  and  bullocks  slain 
My  soul  delights  no  more." 

2  «  Behold  I  come,  said  Christ,  the  Lamb, 

To  take  the  sinner's  place, 
I  for  the  world  an  offering  am, 
To  save  a  ruined  race. 

3  Behold  I  come,  my  will  is  free, 

0  God,  to  do  thy  will, 

I  must  confirm  the  great  decree, 

1  must  thy  word  fulfill. 

t  Thy  law  is  ever  in  my  sight, 

I  keep  it  near  mine  heart, 
Mine  ears  are  open'd  with  delight, 

To  what  thy  lips  impart." 
!  And  see,  the  blest  Redeemer  came, 

To  make  the  promise  good, 
And  much  he  preach'd  his  Father's  name, 

Where  great  assemblies  stood. 
Commission'd  from  the  court  above, 

He  left  his  heavenly  crown, 
Reveal'd  his  Father's  wond'rous  love, 

And  brought  salvation  down. 
His  Father's  honor  fill'd  his  mind, 

He  pitied  sinners  loss, 
To  prove  his  soul  divinely  kind, 

He  bore  the  shameful  cross. 


PSALM  40.  107 

8  Thus  as  the  Father  had  decreed, 
The  Son  receive  the  stroke; 
Thus  by  the  woman's  promis'd  seed, 
The  serpent's  head  he  broke. 

PSALM  40.    Part  1.    L.  M. 
Christ  our  sacrifice. 

1  THE  wonders,  Lord,  thy  love  has  wrought, 
Exceed  our  praise,  surmount  our  thought; 
Should  I  begin  the  long  detail, 

My  speech  would  faint,  my  numbers  fail. 

2  No  blood  of  beasts  on  altars  spilt 

Can  cleanse  the  souls  of  men  from  guilt; 
In  Christ  alone  shall  sinners  find 
The  blood  that  purifies  the  mind. 

3  «  Behold  I  come,  the  Savior  cries, 
In  vain  the  brutal  victim*  dies, 

I  come  to  do  my  Father's  will, 
And  all  his  words  of  truth  fulfill. 

4  Behold  I  come,  the  Son  is  born, 
To  save  the  race  of  man  forlorn, 

I  come  to  achieve!  the  wond'rous  plan, 
To  be  the  sacrifice  for  man. 

5  'Tis  written  in  thy  great  decree, 
Tis  in  thy  book  foretold  of  me, 

I  must  fulfil  a  Savior's  part, 
And,  lo!  thy  law  is  in  mine  heart. 

6  I'll  magnify  thine  holy  law, 
And  rebel  men  to  duty  draw; 
When  on  my  cross  I'm  lifted  high, 
My  blood  shall  bring  the  sinner  nigh. 
The  great  assembly,  Lord,  shall  know, 
The  joys  of  heaven  begun  below, 

*  Victim,  a  sacrifice. 

■I  To  achieve,  to  perform  as  a  conqueror, 


108  PSALM  40. 

The  wond'ring  world  shall  feel  thy  grace, 
And  see  thy  glory  thro  my  face." 

PSALM  40.  Part  2.    L.  M. 

The  true  fienitent. 

1  THY  grace,  O  God,  to  me  restore, 
Withhold  thy  tender  love  no  more, 
Now  prove  thine  heart  divinely  kind, 
And  let  thy  truth  preserve  my  mind. 

2  When  my  repenting  soul  begins, 

To  search  and  grieve  for  all  my  sins, 
No  good  within  mine  heart  is  found, 
But  countless  evils  press  me  round. 

3  My  soul  within  herself  despairs, 
My  sins,  O  God,  exceed  mine  hairs, 
Such  guilt  within  my  breast  I  see, 
Mine  eyes  can  scarce  look  up  to  thee 

4  O  Lord,  in  sovreign  mercy  please, 
To  grant  a  sorrowing  sinner  ease, 
Make  haste  to  help,  and  undertake 
To  save  my  soul  for  Jesus'  sake. 

5  My  foes  would  fain  my  soul  destroy, 
Their  wiles  are  artful  to  decoy; 

O,  may  my  sins  be  now  forgiven. 
And  all  my  foes  be  backward  driven. 

6  They  say  with  words  of  impious  scorn, 
His  hope  in  Jesus  proves  forlorn; 

But  while  their  tongues  the  saints  upbraid, 
Their  guilty  souls  are  sore  afraid. 

7  The  saints,  who  make  the  Lord  their  choice, 
In  his  salvation  shall  rejoice; 

They  trust  a  Rock  approv'd  and  tri'd, 
And  say  "  the  Lord  be  magnifi'd." 

8  My  soul,  O  God,  is  prest  with  grief, 
Think  of  the  means  of  my  relief, 


PSALM  41.  109 

Haste  to  remove  thy  chastening  rod, 
And  make  no  tarrying,  O  my  God. 

PSALM  41.  Part  1.  L.  M. 
Cliarity  to  the  fioov  rewarded. 

1  BLEST  is  the  man  whose  tender  breast, 

Has  for  the  suffering  mourner  feJt, 
And  while  his  hand  relieves  the  'opprest, 
He  feels  his  soul  with  pity  melt. 

2  His  heart  contrives  for  their  relief. 

More  good  than  thousands  could  perform, 
This  man  in  times  of  general  grief, 
Shall  find  a  shelter  from  the  storm. 

3  The  Lord  shall  keep  his  soul  alive, 

Long  shall  he  live  the  blest  of  earth, 
And  like  a  plant  celestial  thrive, 
Amid  the  pestilence  and  dearth*. 

4  When  sick,  the  Lord  shall  stir  his  bed, 

And  make  the  hard  affliction  soft, 
Shall  raise  and  cheer  his  drooping  head, 
Or  bear  his  willing  soul  aloft. 

PSALM  41.  Part  2.    L.  M. 
Prayer  and  faith  in  affliction, 

1  IN  mercy,  Lord,  thy  love  reveal, 

For  I  have  sinn'd  against  thy  grace, 

But  thou  my  broken  heart  canst  heal, 

And  cheer  me  with  thy  smiling  face. 

2  My  foes  behold  me  low  and  weak 

And  gathering  round  my  death  devise; 
They  whisper'd,  but  I  heard  them  speak, 
"  He  has  lain  down  no  more  to  rise." 

*  Dearth,  scarcity,  bordering  on  famine. 


110  PSALM  42i 

3  On  vanity  they  love  to  dwell, 

To  ridicule  a  suffering  saint, 
And  when  they  walk  abroad  they  tell 
"  The  man  must  die  of  this  complaint.' 

4  Yes,  the  familiar  of  my  life, 

That  ate  my  bread,  is  far  remov'd, 
He  lifts  his  heel  with  impious  strife, 

And  spurns  the  friend  whom  once  heprov'd 

5  But  Jesus  will  my  sins  forgive, 

And  bless  to  me  his  chastening  rod, 
My  soul  shall  thro  my  Savior  live, 
And  stand  before  the  'eternal  God. 

6  O  God,  my  friend,  by  this  I  know, 

Because  thou  dost  my  foes  control, 
Thou  wilt  to  me  thy  favor  show, 
And  speak  in  mercy  to  my  soul. 

7  Israel,  thy  God  is  ever  blest, 

From  everlasting  he  ys  the  same, 
On  him  my  soul  thall  ever  rest, 
Amen:  let  Israel  bless  his  name. 

PSALM  42.    C.  M. 

Desertion  and  hope. 

1  WITH  earnest  longings  of  the  mind, 

To  thee,  my  God,  I  look; 
So  pants  the  hunted  hart  to  find, 
And  taste  the  cooling  brook. 

2  When  shall  I  see  thy  courts  of  grace, 

And  meet  my  God  again? 
So  long  an  absence  from  thy  face, 
Mine  heart  endures  with  pain. 

3  Temptations  vex  my  weary  soul, 

And  tears  are  my  repast; 
The  foe  insults  without  control, 
•  And  where  's  your  God  at  last." 


PSALM  42.  Ill 

4  Tis  with  a  mournful  pleasure  now, 
I  think  of  former  days, 
When  thousands  kept  the  public  vow, 
And  throng'd  the  holy  ways. 
6   How  blest  was  I  when  numbers  went, 
To  taste  the  joys  sublime, 
In  praise  we  gave  our  pleasures  vent, 
And  kept  the  holy  time. 

6  But  why  should  grief  my  soul  consume, 

The  Lord  his  church  can  raise, 
His  glory  yet  shall  earth  illume*, 
And  millions  shout  his  praise. 

7  I'll  hope  in  God,  whose  mighty  hand, 

Restrains  the  raging  seas, 
He  can  reform  the  guilty  land, 
And  build  his  church  with  ease. 

PSALM  42.    Part  1.    L.  M 
Longing  after  God' 

1  AS  pants  the  hunted  hart  to  find 

The  cooling  shade  or  wat'ry  brink; 
So  pants  my  weary  longing  mind 

The  'immortal  streams  of  life  to  drinV 

2  'Tis  for  the  living  God  I  thirst, 

When  shall  I  see  his  glory  near? 
When  shall  I  find  my  Savior  first, 
And  in  his  blissful  sight  appear? 

3  My  tears  have  been  my  meat  by  clay, 

I  weep  at  night  till  life  is  faint, 
While  foes  triumphant  round  mc  say, 
Where  is  thy  God,  thou  suffering  saint: 

4  On  mournful  scenes  my  thoughts  revolve, 

And  o'er  my  troubles  thus  I  pore, 

•  To  illume,  to  enlighten 


112  PSALM  42. 

"  Now  let  my  soul  with  grief  dissolve. 
For  I  shall  see  my  God  no  more. 

5  Once  with  the  multitude  I  went, 

To  praise  my  God  was  sweet  employ, 
The  sacred  day  was  gladly  spent, 

With  voice  of  mirth  and  songs  of  joy. 

6  My  soul  is  deep  in  sorrow  cast, 

And  grief  my  throbbing  bosom  fills, 
To  think  of  days  for  ever  past, 

Gone  down  behind  the  western  hills." 

7  But  why,  my  soul,  art  thou  deprest?* 

Thy  weeping  voice  to  transport  raise, 
Hope  in  the  Lord,  on  Jesus  rest, 
For  I  shall  yet  declare  his  praise. 

PSALM  42.  Part  2.     L.  M. 
Melancholy  cured. 

1  MY  spirit  sinks  within  me,  Lord, 

Bin  I  '11  recall  thy  name  to  mind, 
And  times  of  past  distress  record, 
W  hen  oft  I  prov'd  my  Savior  kind. 

2  Afflictions  with  tumultuous  noise, 

Swell  like  a  flood  and  round  me  spread, 
The  rising  waves  drown  all  my  joys, 
And  roll  tremendous  o'er  mine  head 

3  My  soul  is  fill'd  with  gloomy  doubts, 

Loud  as  the  waves  my  sorrows  roll; 
Deep  answers  deep,  thy  water  spouts 
Have  overwhelmed  my  sinking  soul 

4  Eternal  God,  should  I  come  short. 

Or  faint  beneath  thy  chastening  rod, 
How  would  the  foe  of  man  retort,! 

And  ask  insulting,  "  where  is  God?" 
*  Deprest,  cast  down,  dejected, 
f  To  retort,  to  throw  back  a  temptation  after  su-ejig 
exercises  of  faith. 


PSALM  43.  113 

5  I  '11  say  of  God,  "  behold  my  Rock, 

In  vain  the  billows  round  me  rave, 
Fearless  I  stand  the  dreadful  shock 
And  trust  almighty  power  to  save." 

6  The  Lord  will  sovreign  grace  display, 

For  mercy  sure  is  God's  delight; 
He  hears  my  mourning  all  the  day, 
And  gives  me  songs  of  joy  by  night. 

7  Then  why,  my  soul,  this  heavy  gloom? 

What  means  this  inward  anxious  strife? 
Revive  as  in  thy  youthful  bloom, 

And  hope  in  God,  who  gave  thee  life. 

8  Let  songs  of  praise  my  lips  employ, 

Ye  murmuring  thoughts  for  ever  cease, 
God  is  my  most  exceeding  joy, 

My  life,  my  comfort  and  my  peace- 

PSALM  43.   C.  M. 

Safety  in  divine  protection. 
i  ETERNAL  Judge,  my  cause  maintain, 
The  'ungodly  world  control, 
Against  the  false,  the  proud  and  vain. 
Defend  my  righteous  soul. 

2  O  God,  my  strength  amid  the  way, 

Why  dost  thou  cast  us  off? 

Must  I  go  mourning  all  the  day, 

To  hear  the  'oppressor  scoff! 

3  Send  thy  victorious  light  afar, 

Now  let  the  gospel  run, 
Arise  and  shine  bright  morning  star. 
Break  forth  eternal  sun. 

4  Let  truth  its  steady  course  fulfill 

And  like  a  polar  guide, 
Direct  my  feet  to  yonder  hill 
Where  Christ  and  saints  reside- 


114  PSALM  44. 

5  I  would  frequent  thine  altar,  Lord, 

My  most  exceeding  joy; 
To  praise  thy  name  with  sweet  accord, 
Shall  well  my  tongue  employ. 

6  Then  why,  my  soul,  art  thou  deprest, 

Beneath  the  tyrant's  rod? 
Jehovah  yet  shall  give  thee  rest, 
And  J  shall  praise  my  God. 

PSALM  44.    Part  1.    C.  M. 
National  firosjicrity  and  drgtncracy. 

1  OUR  ears,  O  God,  have  heard  of  old, 

Thy  sovreign  works  and  ways, 
When  to  their  sons  the  fathers  told 
The  wonders  of  their  days. 

2  Their  eyes  this  happy  land  beheld, 

A  large  and  liberal  grant; 
The  heathen  far  from  hence  expel'd, 
Thou  here  dids't  Israel  plant. 

3  'Twas  not  our  own  victorious  sword, 

That  drove  the  natives  hence; 
'Twas  thy  right  band  did  help  afford, 
Thine  arm  was  our  defence. 

4  Our  fathers  saw  the  church  arise, 

Like  fire  the  gospel  ran, 
And  glory  beaming  from  the  skies, 
Its  endless  course  began. 

5  When  overrun  by  savage  foes, 

To  darkness  fast  we  verg'd;* 
At  thy  command  the  nation  rose. 
From  night  our  sun  emerg'd,f 

6  We  saw  thy  wond'rous  power  to  save, 

When  in  thy  dreadful  name, 

*  To  verge,  to  tend  downward,  to  approach 
|  To  emerge,  to  arise  from  obscurity, 


PSALM  44.  115 

A  feeble  band  invaders  drave, 

And  turn'd  them  back  with  shame. 

7  In  God  we  boasted  all  the  day, 

And  in  a  cheerful  throng 
Did  thousands  meet  to  praise  and  pray, 
And  grace  was  all  their  song. 

PAUSE. 

8  But  now,  alas!  we  change  our  theme, 

And  strike  the  plaintive*  chord, 
To  hear  the  tongues  of  men  blaspheme, 
And  fools  reproach  the  Lord. 

9  Our  King  no  more  before  us  goes; 

As  sheep  to  slaughter  given, 
So  we  retreat  before  our  foes, 
To  shameful  dungeons  driven. 

10  Lord,  must  our  land  be  sunk  in  vice? 

Hast  thou  thy  people  sold? 

O,  who  can  profit  by  the  price, 

Exchanging  grace  for  gold? 

1 1  Tho  dark  and  gloomy  be  the  night, 

And  mournful  our  complaints; 
Yet  God  is  our  eternal  light, 
His  presence  cheers  his  saints. 

PSALM  44.    Part  2.    C.  M. 

Persecution  complained  of. 
1  LORD,  we  thy  gracious  aid  implore, 
O'erwhelm'd  in  shades  of  death, 
The  dragon's  voice  is  heard  once  more 
With  loud  destructive  breath. 
3  Should  saints  their  hands  to  idols  raise, 
And  thus  from  God  depart, 

*  Plaintive,  complaining. 
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A 16  PSALM  45. 

Jehovah,  jealous  of  his  praise, 

Would  search  and  know  the  heart.- 
3  O  Lord,  thy  saints  are  doom'd  to  die, 
As  martyrs  lor  thy  name, 
As  sheep  for  slaughter  bound  we  lie, 
And  wait  the  kindling  flame. 
i  Awake,  arise,  almighty  Lord, 
Why  sleeps  thy  wanted  grace? 
Why  should  we  seem  like  men  abhorr'd, 
Or  banish'd  from  thy  face? 

>  Wilt  thou  for  ever  cast  us  off. 

And  long  neglect  our  cries? 
Shall  envious  foes  for  ever  scoff, 
And  triumph  in  their  lies? 

>  Down  to  the  dust  our  souls  are  bow'd, 

Beneath  the  'oppressor's  rod; 
How  long  shall  fools  be  thus  allow'd 

To  vex  the  sons  of  God? 
Awake,  almighty  God,  awake, 

Our  helper  strong  and  near; 
Redeem  us  for  thy  mercy's  sake, 

That  all  the  world  may  fear. 

PSALM  45.     S.  M. 

The  success  of  the  gosficL 
MY  cheerful  heart  indites, 

A  song  to  please  my  Kingj 
Jesus,  thou  fairest  of  delights, 

I  would  thy  glories  sing. 
Dear  friend  of  dying  men, 

To  thee  my  voice  I  raise; 
Awake,  my  soul,  begin  my  pen^ 

To  celebrate  his  praise. 
Thy  lips  are  full  of  grace, 

Thine  eyes  for  beauty  shine: 


PSALM  45.  117 

Now  show  the  world  thy  lovely  face, 

Now  prove  thy  power  divine. 
*•  Exalt  thy  royal  head, 

Lift  thy  victorious  hand, 
And  come  in  majesty  to  spread 

Thy  conquests  thro  the  land. 

5  Thy  sword  about  thee  gird. 

Ride  prosperous  from  above, 
With  kindest  mercy  gently  sur'd, 
Achieve  the  feats  of  love. 

6  Strike  thro  the  sons  of  steel, 

And  touch  their  stubborn  hearts; 
O,  may  repenting  sinners  feel 
The  keenness  of  thy  darts. 

7  How  eb'  ious,  yet  how  meek, 

The  King  of  saints  appears! 
This  is  the  man  whom  sinners  seek, 
The  God  whom  satan  fears! 
pause. 
3  Jesus,  thy  throne  shall  stand, 

Should  heaven  and  earth  remove; 
A  peaceful  scepter  in  thine  hand, 
Thy  word  of  grace  shall  prove, 

9  Because  thou  hatest  strife, 

Thy  God  has  on  thine  head, 
Above  thy  fellows,  grace  and  life, 
Like  oil  of  gladness  shed. 

10  Thy  garments  smell  of  myrrh, 

In  royal  vestments  clad; 
We  feel  our  hearts  within  us  stir 

Thy  presence  makes  us  glad. 
\  1  Near  to  thy  bleeding  side, 

The  Gentile  church  is  seen, 
Array'd  in  grace  a  beauteous  bride, 

And  Princes  guard  the  Queen. 


118  PSALM  45. 

12  Fair  bride,  his  offer  take, 

Renounce  his  rivals  now, 
For  him  thy  father's  house  forsake, 
And  keep  the  marriage  vow. 

13  O,  let  thy  God  and  King, 

Thy  sweetest  thoughts  employ; 
Thy  children  shall  fcis  honor  sing, 
And  teli  the  world  their  joy. 

PSALM  45.    Part  1.    C.  M 

The  personal  glories  of  Christ. 

1  SWEET  is  the  song  mine  heart  indites, 
My  Savior  is  the  theme, 
Jesus,  thou  fairest  of  delights, 
Tny  glories  are  supreme. 

2  Thy  face  excells  the  sons  of  men, 

And  all  the  forms  above, 
Nor  fluent  tongue,  nor  ready  pen, 
Can  half  express  thy  love. 

3  Sweet  is  thy  speech,  thy  lips  with  grace 

Diffuse  a  thousand  charms; 
Now  show  the  splendors  of  thy  face, 
And  shine  the  God  of  arms. 

4  Gird  on  thy  sword,  victorious  Prince, 

Ride  on  with  bow  and  crown; 
Thy  word  is  powerful  to  convince, 
Or  cast  the  mighty  down. 

5  Thy  throne,  O  God,  for  ever  stands, 

The  kingdom  is  thy  due, 
Thy  word,  the  scepter  in  thine  hands, 
Is  righteous,  just,  and  true. 

6  Thou  lovest  peace,  and  hatest  strife, 

And  God  has  on  thine  head, 


PSALM  45.  119 

Above  thy  fellows,  grace  and  life, 
Like  oil  of  gladness  shed. 

PSALM  45.    Part  2.    C  M. 
A  aong  of  loves. 
i  JESUS,  thy  garments  smell  of  myrrh, 
In  royal  vestments  clad; 
We  feel  our  hearts  within  us  stir, 
Thy  presence  makes  us  glad. 

2  At  thy  right  hand  appears  thy  Queen, 

A  fair  and  beauteous  bride; 
The  church  adorn'd  with  grace  is  seen; 
Triumphing  near  thy  side. 

3  Illustrious  Queen,  immortal  Spouse! 

Forget  thy  kindred  race, 
Incline  thine  ear,  from  sleep  arouse, 
And  Christ  thy  Lord  embrace. 

4  Thine  eyes  are  like  celestial  fires, 

That  ne'er  with  age  grow  dim; 
The  King  thy  beauty  much  desires, 
And  thou  must  worship  him. 

5  The  Gentile  nations  court  thy  smiles. 

Thy  love  with  gifts  they  woo; 
The  Tytians  rich  among  the  isles, 
Intreat  thy  favor  too. 

6  Thy  robes  are  most  divinely  wrought, 

And  glorious  to  behold; 
Before  the  King  in  beauty  brought. 
Thy  raiment  shines  in  gold- 

7  A  virgin  train  for  gladness  sing, 

Attendant  at  thy  feet; 
In  heaven  the  palace  of  thy  King, 
The  blest  companions  meet. 

8  Thy  fathers  number'd  with  the  dead, 

No  more  the  church  adorn; 

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120  PSALM  45. 

Thy  children  rising  in  their  stead, 

Appear  like  princes  born. 
9  Thy  name  on  earth  shall  long  remain, 

The  Lord  his  church  shall  raise, 
And  all  thy  sons,  a  heaven  born  train. 

For  ever  shout  his  praise. 

PSALM  45.    Part  1     L    M. 
The  kingdom  of  Christ. 

1  NOW  be  my  soul  kispir'd  to  sing. 
The  glories  of  my  Savior  King, 

How  fair  his  form,  how  heavenly  bright. 
The  King  in  whom  the  saints  delight! 

2  O'er  all  the  sons  of  human  race, 
He  shines  with  far  superior  grace, 
Love  from  his  lips  divinely  flows, 
His  eye  with  sparkling  beauty  glows. 

3  Victorious  Prince,  by  heaven  ador'd, 
Complete  in  arms,  gird  on  thy  sword, 
In  majesty  and  glory  ride, 

With  truth  and  meekness  at  thy  side. 

4  Thine  anger  like  a  pointed  dart, 
Shall  pierce  the  foes  of  stubborn  heart; 
Or  words  of  mercy  kind  and  sweet, 
Shall  melt  the  rebels  at  thy  feet. 

5  Thy  throne,  O  God,  for  ever  stands, 
Thy  word  the  scepter  in  thine  hands, 
Thy  laws  and  works  are  just  and  right, 
Justice  and  grace  are  thy  delight. 

6  God,  thine  own  God,  has  richly  shed, 
His  oil  of  gladness  on  thine  head; 
And  with  his  sacred  spirit  blest 

His  first  born  son  above  the  rest. 


PSALM.  45.  46.  121 

PSALM  45.    Part  2.    L.  M. 
The  mystical  marriage. 

1  THE  King  of  saints,  how  fair  his  face, 
Adorn'd  with  majesty  and  grace  I 

He  comes  with  blessings  from  above, 
And  wins  the  nations  to  his  love. 

2  At  his  right  hand  our  eyes  behold, 
The  Queen  array'd  in  purest  £old; 
The  world  admires  her  heavenly  dress, 
Her  robes  of  joy  and  righteousness. 

3  Immortal  Queen,  his  offer  take, 
For  him  thy  father's  house  forsake, 
And  let  thy  faithful  heart  withstand 
His  rivals  in  thy  native  land. 

4  Thine  eyes  are  like  celestial  fires, 
The  King  thy  beauty  much  desires; 
And  since  he  deigns  thy  love  to  woo, 
He  must  be  lov'd  and  worship' d  too. 

5  O,  happy  hour,  when  thou  shalt  rise, 
To  his  fair  palace  in  the  skies, 

And  all  thy  sons  (a  numerous  train) 
Each  like  a  prince  in  glory  reign. 

6  Let  endless  honors  crown  his  head, 
Let  every  age  his  glory  spread; 

And  saints  in  cheerful  songs  rehearse, 
His  sounding  praise  in  flowing  verse. 

PSALM  46.    Part  1.  L.  M. 
The  assurance  of  hope. 

1  GOD  is  the  refuge  of  his  saints, 

When  storms  of  wrath  the  nations  rend, 
Ere  we  can  offer  our  complaints. 
Behold  him  present  to  defend. 

2  Let  mountains  from  their  seats  be  hurl'd 

Down  to  the  deep  with  crashing  noise, 


122  PSALM  46. 

Convulsions  shake  this  solid  world, 
And  every  planet  lose  its  poise. 
S  Loud  let  the  troubled  ocean  roar, 
In  sacred  peace  our  souls  abide, 

While  every  nation,  every  shore, 

Trembles  and  dreads  the  swelling  tide. 

4  There  is  a  stream  of  gentle  flow, 

That  springs  from  heaven's  eternal  source, 
And  wat'ting  well  the  church  below, 
Around  the  world  preserves  hs  course. 

5  Thy  won},  that  stream,  is  richly  stor'd, 

And  well  supplies  the  fainting  flock; 
Sweet  peace  the  promises  afford, 
And  flow  like  water  from  a  rock. 

6  The  Lord  will  for  his  church  engage, 

And  prove  a  refuge  strong  and  sure, 
Tho  kings  combine  and  nations  rage, 
Yet  shall  his  temple  stand  secure. 

PSALM  46.    Part  2.    L.  M. 
God  fights  for  his  Church. 

1  LET  Zion  in  her  King  rejoice, 

When  tyrants  rage  and  kingdoms  rise, 
He  speaks,  and  at  his  mighty  voice, 
The  nations  melt,  the  tumult  dies. 

2  The  Lord  of  old  for  Jacob  fought, 

And  Jacob's  God  is  yet  our  aid? 
Come,  see  the  wonders  God  has  wrought, 
Come,  sing  his  foes  in  ruin  laid. 
o  The  Lord  of  hosts  our  refuge  is, 

He  for  his  church  his  power  employs; 
He  knows  his  saints,  he  calls  them  his, 
But  earth's  destroyers  God  destroys. 
4    From  sea  to  sea  along  the  shores, 

He  makes  the  noise  of  war  to  cease; 


PSALM  46.  123 

When  from  on  high  his  thunder  roars, 
He  frowns  the  trembling  world  to  peace. 

5  He  breaks  the  bow,  he  cuts  the  spear, 

The  chariot  burns  with  heavenly  flame, 
Let  earth  in  silent  wonder  hear, 
And  tremble  at  his  dreadful  name. 

6  "  Thus  saith  the  Lord,  let  tyrants  know 

My  power  can  set  the  nations  free, 
My  name  shall  be  renown'd  below, 
And  earth  shall  my  salvation  see." 

7  O  Lord  of  hosts,  almighty  King, 

W  hile  we  so  near  thy  presence  dwell) 
Our  faith  shall  sit  secure  and  sing, 
Nor  fear  the  powers  of  earth  and  hell. 

PSALM  46.    As  the  113. 
The  Lord  our  refuge- 

1  GOD  is  our  refuge  in  distress, 

A  present  help  when  dangers  press, 
In  him  undaunted  we'll  confide, 

Should  earth  he  from  its  center  tost 

And  mountains  in  the  sea  be  lost, 
Torn  piece-meal  by  the  rolling  tide 

2  Let  troubled  ocean  roar  aloud, 

And  thunder  burst  from  every  cloud, 
While  blazing  comets  fill  the  sky; 
Tho  signs  in  heaven  and  earth  appear, 
Yet  faith  shall  never  yield  to  fear, 
For  God  your  Savior  reigns  on  high. 

3  There  is  a  stream  of  gentle  flow, 
That  waters  well  the  church  below, 

Meand'ring*  thro*  these  desart  lands, 
It  rises  near  the  throne  of  God, 
But  struck  by  Moses'  lifted  rod, 

It  ran  along  the  'Arabian  sands. 

*  Meandering,  flowing  in  different  courses  as  a  river- 


124  PSALM  47. 

4  Thy  word,  that  stream,  is  richly  stor'd, 
And  does  to  fainting  souls  afford 

A  cooling  draft  to  quench  the  thirst; 
While  marching  on  for  Jordan's  brink, 
We  haste  to  Christ,  our  Rock,  and  drink, 

And  in  his  promise  taste  him  first. 

5  In  vain  the  powers  of  earth  engage, 
And  dare  against  the  church  to  rage, 

The  church  shall  stand  when  empire  falls: 
In  vain  his  strength  the  champion  boasts, 
Our  refuge  is  the  Lord  of  hosts, 

O  Zion,  who  can  raze  thy  walls? 

6  Be  still,  adoring  earth,  be  still, 
Submissive  to  the  'Eternal  will, 

Let  war  and  all  its  horrors  cease; 
If  once  the  'Almighty  bend  his  bow, 
Hfc  '11  lay  the  thrones  of  tyrants  low, 

And  reign  himself  the  Prince  of  Peace. 

PSALM  47.    L.  M. 

Ascension, 

1  LET  all  the  people  clap  their  hands* 

And  shout  to  God  with  lofty  voice, 
Jesus  is  King  o'er  all  the  lands, 
In  him  let  all  the  lands  rejoice. 

2  His  name  most  dreadful  sounds  on  high> 

Angelic  hosts  their  King  avow, 
Behold  he  brings  his  glory  nigh, 
And  sinners  in  his  presence  bow. 

3  He  shall  our  rebel  race  subdue, 

What  power  and  grace  in  Jesus  meet, 
The  world  shall  know  his  word  is  true, 
And  nations  worship  at  his  feet. 

4  Of  old,  Jehovah  lov'd  the  Jews, 

And  chose  the  place  where  they  should  dwell; 


PSALM  47.  125 

But  sent  the  Greeks  the  gospel  news, 

And  made  the  Gentile  church  to  »excelL 
3  Behold  him  rising  from  the  ground, 
See  him  ascending  in  the  cloud, 
God  has  gone  up  with  trumpet's  sound, 
And  angels  shout  his  praise  aloud. 

6  Mortals,  to  him  your  voices  raise, 

Let  earth  assist  the  heavenly  throng, 
Let  pure  devotion  sing  his  praise, 
And  understanding  guide  the  song. 

7  Exalt  his  name  in  lofty  strains, 

The  God  of  Abraham  wears  the  shield? 
O'er  all  the  world  the  Savior  reigns, 
To  Christ  the  hearts  of  rebels  yield. 

PSALM  47.    C.  M. 

Spiritual  worship. 

1  O,  FOR  a  shout  of  sacred  joy, 

To  God  the  sovreign  King; 
Let  every  land  its  tongues  employ, 
And  hymns  of  triumph  sing. 

2  Jesus  our  God  ascends  on  high, 

His  heavenly  guards  around, 
Attend  him  rising  thro  the  sky, 
With  trumpet's  joyful  sound. 

3  While  angels  sing  the  Savior's  praise, 

Let  mortals  learn  their  strains, 
Let  earth  in  songs  his  honor  raise, 
O'er  earth  and  heaven  he  reigns. 

4  Sing  praise  to  God,  ye  saints  above, 

Sing  praise,  ye  saints  below, 
With  understanding  shout  his  love. 
With  joy  Ms  wonders  show. 


126  PSALM  48. 

5  Rehearse  his  praise  with  awe  profound, 

To  God  the  praise  belongs, 
Nor  mock  him  with  a  solemn  sound, 
In  uninstructed  songs. 

6  His  ancient  throne  in  Israel  stood, 

He  lov'd  that  chosen  race; 
But  now  he  makes  his  promise  good, 
And  heathens  taste  his  grace. 

7  Now  let  the  Jewish  princes  meet, 

And  wisely  thus  consult, 
a  To  lay  their  robes  at  Jesus'  feet, 
And  in  his  name  to  'exult." 

PSALM  48.     L.  M. 

Mount  Zion, 

1  GREAT  is  the  Lord,  his  power  has  rais'd 

An  holy  church  in  happy  lands; 
And  be  his  name  for  ever  prais'd, 
O'er  all  the  nation  where  it  stands. 

2  Mount  Zion,  blissful  seat  of  resV 

The  joyful  earth  with  splendor  fills; 
And  stretching  far  from  east  to  west, 
Reclines  her  sides  on  northern  hills. 

3  The  Lord,  her  refuge,  seeks  her  good, 

And  long  her  glory  shall  remain 
Assembled  kings  against  her  stood, 
But  pass'd  her  by,  or  fought  in  vain. 

4  They  saw,  and  wonder'd  at  the  sight, 

An  awful  panic  seiz'd  the  mind, 
Fear  went  before  them  in  their  flight, 
And  throes  parturient  came  behind. 

5  At  first  a  song  was  in  their  lips, 

The  kings  with  threat'ning  language  spoke; 
BiU  eastern  winds  destroy'd  their  ships, 
And  tempests  their  proud  navies  broke. 


PSALM  48.  127 

6  As  once  our  friends  and  fathers  told, 

How  God  appear'd  to  set  us  free, 
So  now  again  our  eyes  behold, 
And  on  our  side  the  Savior  see. 

7  The  praise  alone  to  God  belongs, 

Him  let  his  ransom'd  people  bless, 
Hail  him  in  loud  triumphant  songs, 
His  hand  is  full  of  righteousness. 

8  Go  round  the  mount,  invading  powers, 

Go  round  the  mount,  in  which  we  dwell, 
Mark  ye  the  bulwarks,  count  the  towers, 
And  every  place  of  refuge  tell. 

9  The  living  God  is  our  defence, 

Ye  tyrants,  hold  your  threat'ning  breath., 
In  vain  you  think  to  drive  us  hence, 
The  Lord  our  guide  is  ours  till  death. 

PSALM   48.    Part  1.  S.  M. 

The  church  is  the  honor  and  safety  of  a  nat:::. , 
1  GREAT  is  the  Lord  above, 

His  throne  in  heaven  is  rais'd, 
And  in  the  mountain  of  his  love 
His  name  is  greatly  prais'd. 
3  The  church  with  glory  fills 
The  nation  where  it  stands, 
And  from  the  sides  of  northern  hills 
Adorns  surrounding  lands. 

3  A  refuge  for  the  'opprest, 

Our  God  and  Savior  is, 
Elohim*  is  our  Rock  and  fiesty 
He  calls  our  people  his. 

4  When  impious  kings  combin'd 

To  lay  his  people  waste, 

v  Elohim,  lire  three  persons  in  Jehovah. 
M 


128  PSALM  4S> 

In  wild  confusion  of  the  mind 
They  fled  with  fearful  haste, 

5  When  navies  tall  and  proud, 

Attempt  to  spill  our  blood, 
He  sends  his  tempest  roaring  loud, 
And  sinks  them  in  the  flood. 

6  Our  fathers  oft  have  told 

The  wonders  of  his  name; 
And  yet  our  wond'ring  eyes  behold 
His  power  and  grace  the  same. 

7  When  darkness  clouds  our  skies, 

We  '11  to  his  house  repair. 
And  pray  to  God,  with  suppliant  cries, 
Till  heaven  again  grow  fair. 

PSALM  48.    Part  2.    S.    M. 
The  beauty  of  gosfiel  ivorshi/i, 
FAR  as  the  Father's  name 

Is  by  the  Son  made  known, 
So  far  the  greatness  of  his  fame, 
O'er  every  land  is  shown. 
I  With  joy  his  people  stand 
On  Zion's  chosen  hill, 
To  show  the  wonders  of  his  hand, 
And  counsels  of  his  will. 
!  Go,  stranger,  walk  around 
The  city  where  we  dwell, 
Compass  and  view  the  holy  ground, 

And  mark  the  building  well. 
The  stranger  reverent  bows, 

And  well  observes  our  court, 
The  cheerful  songs,  the  solemn  vows, 

And  thus  he  makes  report. 
"  The  church  array'd  in  light, 
Is  glorious  to  behold! 


PSALM  49.  129 

Beyond  the  pomp  that  charms  the  sight, 
Or  rites  adorn'd  with  gold. 

6  How  sacred  is  the  pile*, 

Where  lives  the  holy  dove, 
Where  God  the  Father  deigns  to  smile, 
Where  Jesus  shows  his  love! 

7  The  God  whom  saints  revere, 

Will  guide  us  till  we  die; 
God  is  our  God  while  strangers  here, 
And  ours  above  the  sky." 

PSALM  49.    Part  1.    CM. 

Equality  in  death. 
1  ATTENTIVE  to  the  word  give  ear, 
Ye  men  of  every  grade, 
The  hour  of  death  is  drawing  near, 
When  all  are  equal  made. 

2  Then  why  should  men  of  riches  grow 

And  swell  with  affluent  pride, 
To  see  their  wealth  and  honors  flow 
With  every  rising  tide? 

3  Why  shouVd  they  treat  the  poor  with  scorn, 

Of  death  coequal  heirs, 
Or  boast  as  if  their  flesh  was  born, 
Of  better  dust  than  theirs? 

4  The  rich  are  held  in  high  esteem, 

And  yet  how  vain  is  wealth! 

Not  one  his  brother  can  redeem, 

Nor  give  the  dying  health. 

5  Eternal  life  can  ne'er  be  sold, 

The  ransom  is  too  high; 
Justice  will  ne'er  be  brib'd  with  gold, 
That  man  may  never  die. 

*  Pile,  a  building  or  edifice. 


130  PSALM  49. 

6  He  sees  the  brutish  and  the  wise, 

The  timorous  and  the  brave, 
Quit  their  possessions,  close  their  eyes* 
And  hasten  to  the  grave. 

7  Yet  'tis  his  inward  thought  and  pride, 

«  Mine  house  shall  ever  stand, 
And  that  my  name  may  long  abide. 
I'll  give  it  to  my  land." 

8  But,  O!  how  soon  his  glory  fades, 

How  like  a  beast  he  dies, 
Lost  in  oblivion  and  the  shades, 
His  house  in  ruin  lies! 

PAUSE. 

9  Vain  are  the  sons  of  high  renown. 

For  death  the  proud  assaults, 

And  like  a  giant  hurls  them  down 

To  darkness  and  the  vaults. 

10  Great  is  the  folly  of  their  way! 

And  yet  their  sons  as  vain, 
Approve  the  words  their  fathers  say, 
And  act  their  works  again. 

1 1  Awhile  on  pamper5  d  flesh  they  feast, 

And  slaughter  flock  and  brood, 
Then  die  forgotten  as  a  beast, 
And  serve  the  worms  for  food. 

12  As  sheep  in  graves  promiscuous*  laid, 

So  sinners  sleep  in  dust, 
No  more  to  make  the  saints  afraid  , 
No  more  to  vex  the  just. 

13  Vain  man  to  proud  distinction  born. 

Must  bow  his  lofty  head; 
But  rise  neglected  in  the  morn 
When  God  shall  raise  the  dead. 

*  Promiscuous,  mixed  without  distinction. 


PSALM  49.  131 

PSALM  49.  Part  2.    CM. 

Death  and  the  resurrection. 

1  YE  sons  of  pride,  who  hate  the  just, 

And  humble  souls  despise, 
"When  death  has  brought  you  down  to  dust 
Your  pomp  no  more  shall  rise. 

2  The  last  great  day  shall  change  the  scene, 

The  happy  time  draws  near, 
A  few  more  years  shall  intervene, 
And  Jesus  shall  appear. 

3  In  vain  vou  slight  that  hastening  day, 

And  put  the  thought  afar, 
For  God  shall  call  your  souls  away 
To  stand  before  his  bar. 

4  At  death  your  pride  and  greatness  end, 

The  iui mortal  spirit  fled, 
No  marks  of  glory  shall  descend, 
To  signalize  your  bed. 

5  But  God  my  soul  shall  yet  redeem, 

And  raise  me  from  the  grave, 
The  bursting  tombs  with  life  shall  teem,. 
When  God  comes  down  to  save. 

6  Y~e  wheels  of  time,  perform  your  rounds, 

To  bring  salvation  nigh, 
And  while  the  judgment  trumpet  sounds. 
Ye  saints,  ascend  on  high. 

7  Heaven  is  our  everlasting  dome,* 

How  firm  our  house  abides, 
Strangers  on  earth,  we  hasten  home, 
Where  Christ  our  friend  resides. 
PSALM  49.  L.  M. 
The  death  cj  the  rich  and  resurrection  of  the  jus". 
i   WHY  do  the  proud  their  equals  scorn 
\ad  treat  a  fellow  as  a  slave? 

*  Dorre,  a  house,  or  building. 
M2 


132  PSALM  50. 

Are  we  not  all  to  sorrows  born, 

And  doom'd  alike  to  know  the  graver 

2  The  'ungodly  rich  can  ne'er  relieve 

A  friend,  who  labors  hard  for  breath, 
A  brother's  soul  they  can't  reprieve* 
Nor  bring  him  from  the  gates  of  death. 

3  Deep  in  the  dark  and  dismal  shades, 

No  servants  shall  their  state  attend, 
Their  pomp  departs,  their  glory  fades, 
Nor  with  them  does  their  wealth  descend. 

4  Like  thoughtless  sheep  the  sinner  dies, 

O'erwhelm'd  with  everlasting  gloom; 
The  saints  shall  in  the  morning  rise, 
And  hear  the  'oppressor's  awful  doom. 

5  Sepultur'd*  deep  in  silent  dust, 

His  face  is  cover'd  with  his  shroud, 
That  glorious  day  shall  raise  the  just 
To  full  dominion  o'er  the  proud. 

6  When  all  the  tombs  with  life  shall  teem. 

And  earth  and  sea  their  dead  restore; 
Then  shall  my  God  my  soul  redeem, 
And  flesh  and  spirit  part  no  more. 

PSALM  50.    Part  1.    C.  M. 

The  last  day. 

1  THE  'Almighty  speaks,  and  from  his  mouth 

His  word  the  nations  hear, 
From  east  to  west,  from  north  to  south, 
Assembled  ail  appear. 

2  No  more  shall  bold  blasphemers  say, 

"  Judgment  will  ne'er  begin," 
No  more  abuse  his  long  delay, 
To  ridicule  and  sin. 

*  Sepultured,  buried,  interred. 


SALM  50.  133 

j  Behold  the  hour,  the  dreadful  hour, 
He  comes  with  trumpet's  sound, 
Before  him  wasting  flames  devour, 
And  tempest's  roar  around. 

4  On  him  attendant  angels  wait, 

He  calls  on  heaven  aloud, 
Swift  as  the  lightning  is  his  gait, 
His  chariot  is  a  cioud. 

5  What  wonders  shall  his  power  perform, 

Creation  feels  his  frown, 
Thunder  and  darkness,  fire  and  storm 

From  heaven  come  rushing  down. 
-6  Hark!  the  last  trumpet's  jarring  noise 

The  fixed  stars  misplace, 
Each  planet  thrown  from  oft*  its  poise, 

Recedes*  before  his  face. 
7  But  gather  all  my  saints  (he  cries), 

Who  trust  in  grace  alone, 
Guard  them,  ye  cherubs,  thro  the  skies. 

And  seat  them  near  my  throne. 
H  With  me  the  covenant  first  they  seal'd, 

And  in  my  footsteps  trod, 
In  heaven  their  works  shall  be  reveal'd, 

And  they  shall  dwell  with  God. 

PSALM  50.  Part  2.    C.  M. 

Obedience  is  belter  than  sacrifice. 

1  LET  Israel  hear  the  'eternal  claim, 

O'er  all  the  world  made  known, 
K  Jehovah  is  my  sovreign  name; 
And  earth  is  all  mine  own. 

2  Mine  are  the  beasts,  the  fowls  are  mine, 

And  mountains  where  they  throng; 

*  To  recede,  to  fall  back,  to  retreat. 


134  PSALM  50. 

The  bleating  flocks,  the  lowing  king, 
To  God  alone  belong. 

3  If  I  were  hungry,  yet  mine  hand 

Could  well  supply  my  need, 
I  would  no  sheep  of  thee  demand, 
Nor  on  thy  cattle  feed. 

4  Give  me  no  bullock  from  the  stall, 

Let  the  quadrupeds*  live; 
'Twas  God  who  first  created  all 
Then  what  can  sinners  give! 

5  Approach  my  throne  with  sacred  awe, 

And  in  my  presence  bow; 
With  thankful  hearts  observe  my  law. 
And  keep  the  solemn  vow. 

6  This  be  thy  daily  sacrifice, 

Thy  God  to  love  and  fear, 
Invoke  his  name  when  troubles  rise, 
And  God  shall  soon  appear. 

7  The  men  who  love  to  praise  and  pray 

The  best  perform  my  will; 
And  they,  who  tread  mine  holy  way, 
Shall  reach  mine  heavenly  hill." 

PSALM  53.    Part  3.    CM. 
The  judgment  of  hyfiocrites. 
1   WHEN  Christ  to  judgment  shall  descend, 
With  myriads  round  his  throne, 
He  calls  the  nations  all  to  'attend, 
And  makes  his  sentence  known. 
3  "  Not.  for  the  want  of  bullocks  slain, 
Your  souls  I  now  require, 
Altars  and  rites  and  forms  are  vain, 
Without  celestial  fire. 

*  Quadruped,  a  four  footed  beas4., 


PSALM  50.  135 

3  And  what  have  hypocrites  to  do, 
To  bring  their  sacrifice, 
They  call  my  statutes  just  and  true, 
But  deal  in  theft  and  lies. 
1  How  could  you  think  to  shun  my  sight,     . 
And  sin  without  control? 
But  I  shall  bring  your  crimes  to  light, 
With  anguish  in  the  soul." 
5  Sinners,  repent  while  God  forbears, 
His  grace  no  more  despise; 
When  once  his  wrath  the  guilty  tears, 
No  helper  dares  to  rise. 

PSALM  50.  Part  1.     L.  M. 
The  day  of  judgment. 

1  THE  trump  of  Jesus  sounds  afar, 

The  rising  dead  his  mandates*  hear, 
And  all  the  world  before  his  bar, 
In  solemn  process  soon  appear. 

2  The  nations,  rank'd  in  two  grand  files, 

Around  the  Judge  in  order  stand; 
On  one  he  frowns,  on  one  he  smiles, 
And  reads  their  doom  on  either  hand 

3  He  speaks — and  with  the  voice  of  love 

Invites  his  saints  to  heavenly  rest, 
They  take  their  seats  on  thrones  above, 
And  reign  with  Christ  for  ever  blest. 

4  Then  with  a  stern  and  dreadful  look, 

He  penetrates  the  sinner's  heart, 
And  opening  heaven's  unerring  book, 
He  reads  his  awful  doom — "  depart!" 

5  Consider,  ye  who  slight  his  grace, 

And  make  the  great  salvation  sure, 

*  Mandates,  commands,  orders, 


136  PSALM  50. 

If  onre  he  drive  you  from  his  face* 
What  sinner  can  his  wrath  endured 
S  Dear  Savior,  ere  that  day  draw  nigh, 

Pronounce  my  numerous  sins  forgiven; 
Prepare  me  for  a  seat  on  high, 
Nor  let  me  from  thy  face  be  driven. 

PSALM  50.    Part  2.    L.  M. 
Hypocrisy  exposed. 

1  THE  Lord,  the  Judge,  with  warning  voice, 

Reproves  the  men  in  heart  unjust, 
Who  make  not  faith  and  love  their  choice, 
But  in  their  formal  worship  trust. 

2  Dissemblers  dare  to  'invoke  his  name, 

With  hearts  surcharg'd  with  guilt  and  guile; 
A  friend  or  brother  they  defame, 
And  sooth  and  flatter  sinners  vile. 

3  They  watch  to  do  their  neighbors  wrong, 

Yet  dare  to  'approach  Jehovah's  face, 
And  while  Immanuel  is  their  song, 
They  trample  on  his  offer'd  grace. 

4  To  heaven  they  lift  their  impious  hand^. 

And  seek  his  blessing  on  their  knees. 

Then  rise  and  break  his  just  commands, 

Nor  think  that  God  their  Maker  sees. 

5  And  while  his  judgments  long  delay, 

They  slumber  on  the  'eternal  brink, 
Suppose  he  sleeps  as  well  as  they, 

^nd  scarce  of  death  or  judgment  think. 

6  O!  dreadful  day!  tremendous  hour! 

When  God  to  judge  the  world  draws  nea; 
How  will  his  wrath  their  souls  devour, 
And  no  deliverer  dare  to  'appear. 


FSALM  50.  157 

PSALM  50.  To  a  new  tune. 
The  day  of  judgment. 
i  THE  trumpet  sounds,  and  from  the  'archangel's 
mouth. 
The  dreadful  blast  pervades  the  north  and  south; 
From  east  to  webt  the  sounding  orders  spread, 
Thro  distant  worlds  and  regions  of  the  dead; 
No  more  shall  atheists  mock  his  long  delay, 
His  vengeance  sleeps  no  more,  behold  the  clay! 

2  TheJudge  descends:  the  winds  their  rage  let  fly, 

Tempests  and  fire  attend  him  down  the  sky; 
His  throne  is  fixt;  heaven,  earth  and  hell  draw 

near. 
To  hear  his  justice,  and  their  doom  to  hear; 
But  gather  first  my  saints,the  Judge  commands, 
Gojbring  them,  angels,from  their  distant  lands. 

3  True  to  ifiy  will,  the  grace  at  first  reveal'd, 
Was  with  the  blood  of  its  testator  seal'd, 
And  sign'd  with  all    their  names,  the  Greek 

and  Jew, 
Who  paid  the  former  worship  or  the  new, 
There  's  no  distinction,  all  are  heirs  above, 
Ail  are  my  sons,  and  all  shall  share  my  love. 

4  Behold  your  King;  Immanuel  is  my  name,. 
Behold  the  Judge,  ye  heavens  aloud  proclaim; 
Sinners  draw  near,  who  first  on  earth  revil'd 
The  man  of  sorrows  and  the  virgin's  child; 
Depart — accurst,  ye  hypocrites,  retire, 

And  go  with  Satan  down  to  'eternal  fire. 

5  Not  for  the  want  of  goats  and  bullocks  slain, 

I  now  condemn  you,  bulls  and  goats  are  vain; 
Without  the  fire  of  love,  in  vain  the  store 
Of  brutal  offerings  that  were  mine  before; 
Mine  are  the  tamer  beasts  and  savage  breed, 
Flocks,   herds,  and  fields,  and   forests  where 
tfcev  feed. 


138  PSALM  50. 

6  If  I  were  hungry,  yet  my  powerful  hand 
Could  a  supply  without  your  aid  command; 
Can  I  be  flatter'd  by  your  cringing  bows, 
Your  solemn  chatterings  and  fantastic  vows? 
Charms  it  mine  eyes  your  vestments  to  behold, 
Glaring  in  gems  and  gaily  wrought  in  gold? 

7  Unthinking  wretch!  how  couldst  thou  hope  to 

please 
A  God,  a  spirit,  with  such  toys  as  these? 
In  words  thou  didst  my  righteous  law  applaud, 
But  life  belied  thee  and  expos'd  the  fraud, 
In  vain  to  pious  forms  thy  zeal  pretends, 
Thieves  and  adulterers  are  thy  chosen  friends. 

8  Long  did  I  wait,  I  felt  my  pity  move, 

But  didst  thou  hope  thatl  should  ne'er  reprove? 
And  cherish  such  an  impious  thought  within, 
That  God  the  righteous  would  indulge  thy  sin? 
Behold  my  terrors  now!  my  thunders  roll, 
And  thine  own  crimes  affright  thy  guilty  sou! 

EPIPHONEMA. 

9  Sinners,  awake  betimes,  ye  fools  be  wise, 
Awake  before  this  dreadful  morning  rise, 
Change  your  vain  t  noughts,  your  crooked  works 

amend, 
Fly  to  the  Savior,  make  the  Judge  your  friend; 
Awhile  the  Lamb  in  patience  may  forbear, 
But  Judah's  Lion  must  the  guilty  tear. 

PSALM  50.   To  the  old  proper  tune. 
The  day  of  judgment. 
H  THEtrumpetsounds,and  from  the  'archangel's 
mouth, 
The  dreadful  blast  pervades  the  north  andsc 
From  east  to  west  the  sounding  orders  spread, 
Thro  distant  worlds  and  regions  of  the  dead, 
The  Judge  appears,  hell  trembles,  heaven  rejoices. 
Lift  up  your  heads,  ye  saints, with  cheerful  voices. 


PSALM  50.  139 

2  With  awful  power  the  winds  their  sage  let  fly, 
Tempest  and  fire  attend  him  down  the  sky, 
Escorting  angels  shout  his  name  aloud, 

And  men  astonish'd  view  the  flying  cloud. 
Behold  he  comes,  his  banners  wide  displaying, 
"  Fall  on  us,  mountains"  hear  the  guilty  praying. 

3  His  throne  is  fixt;  heaven,  earth  and  hell  draw- 

near, 
To  hear  his  justice  and  their  doom  to  hear; 
«4  But  gather  first  my  saints,  the  Judge  com- 
mands, 
Go,  bring  them,  angels,  from  their  distant  lands, 
Let  none  be  left  of  all  that  happy  number, 
Who  live  on  earth,  or  dead  in  Jesus  slumber." 

4  True  to  my  w/7/,  the  grace  at  first  reveal'd, 
Was  with  the  blood  of  its  testator  seal'd, 
And  sign'd  with  all  their  names,  the  Greek  and 

Jew, 
Who  paid  the  former  worship  or  the  new; 
There's  no  distinction  here,  for  thro  my  merit 
Shall  all  ihe  heirs  of  heaven  a  crown  inherit. 

5  My  sons  and  daughters  now  shall  heir  my  love. 
Mansions  of  bliss  await  the  saints  above, 
Once  for  their  sakes  did  I  their  Savior  bleed, 

I  bore  their  sins  and  bought  them  for  my  seed 
Ye  blest,  redeem'd  from  everlasting  burning, 
Rejoice  and  sing,  your  Savior  is  returning. 

PAUSE  FIHST. 

6  Behold  your  King:  Immanuel  is  my  name, 
Behold  the  Jud^e,  ye  heavens  aloud  proclaim' 
Come,  ye  who  nail'd  me  to  the  shameful  tree. 
Draw  near  and  your  rejected  Savior  see: 

Exalted  now  what  sinner  will  deride  me, 
Or  find  in  heaven  or  earth  a  God  beside  me. 

N 


140  PSALM  50. 

7  In  human  form  I  was  on  earth  revil'd, 
The  man  of  sorrows  and  the  virgin's  child, 
Behold  the  man  who  wears  the  immortal  scar, 
The  God  behold  and  tremble  at  my  bar! 

'Twas  you,  whopierc'd  me  and  defi'dmy  thunder, 
But  now  my  wrath  shall  tear  your  souls  asunder. 

8  Stand  forth,  thou  bold  blasphemer  and  profane, 
Now  feel  my  wrath,  nor  call  my  threat'nings 

vain, 

Thou  hypocrite,  once  drest  in  saint's  attire, 

Depart,  accurst,  to  dwell  with  endless  fire. 

Judgment  proceeds, hell  trembles,heaven  rejoices, 

Lift  up  your  heads,  ye  saints,with  cheerful  voices. 

9  "  Not  for  the  want  of  goats  and  bullocks  slain, 
I  now  condemn  thee;  bulls  and  goats  are  vain; 
Without  the  fire  of  love,  in  vain  the  store 

Of  brutal  offerings  that  were  mine  before. 
Mine  is  the  world;  all  nature  shall  adore  me, 
While  sinners  tremble  saints  rejoice  before  me. 

10  If  I  were  hungry,  yet  my  powerful  hand 
Could  a  supply  without  thine  aid  command; 
Mine  are  the  tamer  beasts  and  savage  breed, 
Flocks,  herds  and  fields  and  forests  where  they 

feed; 
All  is  the  Lord's,  I  rule  the  wide  creation, 
Give  sinners  vengeance  and  the  saints  salvation. 

1 1  Can  I  be  flatter'd  with  thy  cringing  bows, 
Thy  solemn  chattenngs  and  fantastic  vows? 
Charms  it  mine  eyes  thy  vestments  to  behold, 
Glaring  in  gems  and  gaily  wrought  in  gold? 

God  is  the  judge  of  hearts,  no  fair  disguises, 
Can  screen  the  guilty  when  his  vengeance  rise  . 

PAUSE   SECOND. 

12  Unthinking  wretch!  how  couldst  thou  hope  to 

please 
A  God,  a  spirit,  with  such  toys  as  these' 


PSALM   51.  141 

In  words  thou  didst  my  righteous  law  applaud, 
But  life  belied  thee  and  expos'd  the  fraud; 
I  know  thy  works,  thy  sins  appear  most  hateful, 
Unjust  to  man  and  to  thy  God  ungrateful. 

13  In  vain  to  pious  forms  thy  zeal  pretends, 
Theives  and  adulterers  are  thy  chosen  friends, 
While  the  proud  flatterer  at  mine  altar  waits, 
His  harden'd  soul  divine  instruction  hates. 

God  is  the  judge  of  hearts,  no  fair  disguises 
Can  screen  the  guilty  when  his  vengeance  rises. 

14  "  Long  did  I  wait,  I  felt  my  pity  move, 
But  didst  thou  think  that  I  would  ne'er  reprove? 
And  cherish  such  an  impious  thought  within, 
That  God  the  righteous  would  indulge  tny  sin? 

But  God  is  just,  and  just  the  dreadful  sentence, 
That  dooms  the  soul  to  hell  without  repentance. 

15  Behold  my  terrors  now,  my  thunders  roll, 
And  thine  own  crimes  affright  thy  guilty  soul, 
Awhile  the  Lamb  in  patience  may  forbear, 
But  Judalis  Lion  must  the  sinner  tear" — 

Judgment  concludes,  hell  trembles,  heaven  re- 
joices, 
Lift  up  your  heads, ye  saints,  with  cheerful  voices, 

EFIPHONEMA. 

16  Sinners,  awake  betimes,  ye  fools,  be  wise, 
Awake  before  this  dreadful  morning  rise, 
Change    your  vain   thoughts,   your    crooked 

works  amend, 
Fly  to  the  Savior,  make  the  Judge  your  friend; 
Cease  to  revile  him,  O  ye  daring  scoffers, 
Accept  salvation  while  Immanuel  offers. 

PSALM  51.    Part  1.  L.  M. 
A  penitent  pleading  for  pardon. 
1  SHOW  pity.  Lord,  O,  Lord,  forgive; 
Let  a  repenting  rebel  live: 


142  PSALM   51. 

Are  not  thy  mercies  large  and  free! 
May  not  a  sinner  trust  in  thee? 

2  My  crimes  are  great,  but  let  me  find, 
The  God  of  grace  as  greatly  kind, 
And  as  thy  nature  has  no  bound, 

So  let  thy  pard'ning  love  be  found. 

3  My  crimes  are  great,  impute  them  not, 
But  wash  my  soul  from  every  spot, 

I  would  to  thee  confess  my  sin, 

And  own  the  plague  that  works  within. 

4  With  flowing  tears,  and  bursting  groans, 
My  sorrowing  soul  her  state  bemoans, 
Here  on  my  heart  the  burden  lies, 
And  past  offences  pain  mine  eyes. 

5  How  have  I  sin'd  against  the  light, 
And  done  this  evil  in  thy  sight, 
Lord,  should  thy  law  its  own  demand, 
Before  thy  bar  1  could  not  stand. 

3  Should  sudden  vengeance  seize  my  breath, 
I  must  pronounce  thee  just  in  death; 
And  if  my  soul  was  sent  to  hell, 
Thy  righteous  law  approves  it  well. 

7  Yet,  Lord,  the  blood  of  Christ  was  spilt, 
To  cleanse  the  sons  of  men  from  guilt; 
On  him  my  guilty  soul  I  cast, 
And  hope  in  Jesus  to  the  last. 

3  O,  may  his  blood  on  me  remain, 
Like  hysop  sprinkled  o'er  a  stain, 
And  let  his  spirit  on  me  blow, 
To  make  my  soul  as  white  as  snow. 

PSALM  51.    Part  2.  L.  M. 
Original  and  actual  sins  confessed. 
1  BEHOLD  me,  Lord,  a  guilty  child, 
Conceiv'd  in  sin  and  born  denTd, 


PSALM  51.  143 

Sprung  from  the  man  whose  guilty  fall 
Corrupts  the  race  and  taints  us  all. 
Soon  as  we  draw  our  infant  breath, 
The  seeds  of  sin  grow  up  for  death; 
The  law  demands  a  perfect  heart, 
But  I  'm  defiTd  in  every  part. 
Great  God,  create  mine  heart  anew, 
And  form  my  spirit  pure  and  true, 
O,  make  me  wise  betimes  to  see, 
That  all  my  strength  is  found  in  thee. 
Behold  I  fall  before  thy  face, 
Mine  only  refuge  is  thy  grace; 
No  costly  forms  can  purge  from  sin, 
The  leprosy  lies  deep  within. 
Nor  bleeding  bird,  nor  bleeding  beast, 
Nor  hysop  branch,  nor  sprinkling  priest, 
Nor  running  brook,  nor  rolling  main, 
Can  wash  away  the  dismal  stain. 
Jesus,  my  Lord,  thy  blood  alone, 
Did  once  for  sins  of  men  atone, 
Wash'd  in  thy  blood,  no  Jewish  rite, 
Can  cleanse  and  make  my  soul  so  white. 
When  sin  and  guilt  my  peace  destroy, 
I  hear  thy  word  with  heavenly  joy: 
Thy  smiling  face,  thy  pardoning  voice, 
Shall  make  my  mourning  soul  rejoice. 

PSALM  51.    Part  3-    L.  M. 
The  backslider  restored. 
TO  thee,  my  God,  I  tell  my  sins, 
And  thus  my  mournful  soul  begins, 
"  Behold  them  not  with  angry  look, 
But  blot  their  memory  from  thy  book. 
Create  my  nature  pure  within, 
And  form  my  soul  averse  to  sin; 

N5 


144  PSALM    51. 

Let  thy  good  spirit  ne'er  depart, 

Nor  hide  thy  presence  from  mine  heart. 

3  I  cannot  live  without  thy  light, 

Cast  out  and  bar.ish'd  from  thy  sight; 
Thine  holy  joys,  my  God,  restore, 
And  guard  me  that  1  fall  no  more." 

4  So  shall  thy  name  be  long  ador'd 
For  sins  forgiven,  and  saints  restor'd, 
The  world  shall  thy  salvation  see, 
And  humble  converts  turn  to  thee. 

5  I  '11  say  to  man's  apostate  race, 
Come  learn  to  trust  the  God  of  grace; 
The  humble  seeker  put  to  loss, 

I'll  lead  to  God  my  Savior's  cross. 
S  At  the  returning  sinner's  hands, 

No  sacrifice  the  Lord  demands; 

If  God  requir'd,  I  'd  freely  give 

An  offering  that  my  soul  might  live. 
7  A  broken  heart,  my  God,  my  King, 

Is  all  the  sacrifice  I  bring; 

The  God  of  grace  will  ne'er  despise 

A  broken  heart  for  sacrifice. 
S  O,  may  thy  love  my  soul  inspire, 

And  set  my  sacrifice  on  fire; 

My  warmest  thoughts  to  thee  return, 

And  like  the  sacred  incense  burn. 
9  In  thy  good  pleasure  Zion  build, 

Thy  church  with  grace  and  beauty  guild. 

Whate'er  the  guilty  world  befalls, 

Let  glory  rest  on  Zion's  walls. 

PSALM  51.    Part  1.    C.  M. 
Original  and  actual  sin  lamented. 
1  IN  mercy,  Lord,  behold  my  case. 
Nor  frown  my  soul  afar, 


PSLAM  51.  146 

Behold  a  sinner  vile  and  base, 
Stands  trembling  at  thy  bar. 

2  Shouldst  thou  condemn  my  soul  to  hell, 

And  crush  my  flesh  to  dust; 
Heaven  would  approve  thy  vengeance  well, 
And  earth  must  own  it  just. 

3  I  from  the  stock  of  Adam  rose, 

A  wild  and  vicious  shoot, 
Soon  as  the  buds  their  leaves  disclose, 
They  show  a  poisonous  root. 

4  Born  in  a  world  of  guilt,  I  drew 

Contagion*  with  my  breath; 
And,  as  my  days  advanc'd,  I  grew 
A  juster  prey  for  death, 
j   Yet,  Lord,  the  great  Redeemer  bled, 
To  save  the  world  below, 
His  blood  for  sinners  freely  shed, 
Can  wash  me  white  as  snow. 

6  Let  not  thy  spirit  e'er  depart, 

Nor  drive  me  from  thy  face; 
Create  anew  my  vicious  heart, 
And  fill  it  with  thy  grace. 

7  Then  will  I  make  thy  mercy  known, 

Before  the  'assembled  throng: 
Thy  love  in  Christ  to  thousands  shown, 
Shall  be  my  daily  song. 

PSALM  51.    Part  2.    C.  M. 
Repentance  and  faith  in  the  blood  of  Christ. 
1   O,  GOD  of  mercy,  hear  my  call, 
And  answer  from  above, 
Remove  my  guilt,  that  like  a  wall 
Secludes}  me  from  thy  love. 

*  Contagion,  infectious  disease, 
t  To  seclude,  to  shut  up  apart. 


!46  PSALM  52. 

2  Why  should  this  wall  so  lone  divide 

Between  my  God  and  me? 
O  may  the  blood  from  Jesus'  side 
My  great  atonement  be. 

3  No  blood  of  goats  nor  heifers  slain, 

*  or  sin  could  e'er  atone; 
The  death  of  Christ  shall  long  remain 
sufficient  and  alone. 

4  O,  let  me  hear  thy  pard'ning  voice, 

^  Reveal  thy  smiling  face, 
Then  shall  my  thankful  tongue  rejoice. 
And  tell  the  world  thy  grace 

5  Thy  grace,  O  God,  is  free  as  air, 

_  Inhal'd*  with  every  breath; 
No  moi-e,  ye  sons  of  men,  despair, 
But  fly  the  second  death. 

6  A  soul  with  conscious  guilt  opprest. 

In  Jesus  finds  relief; 
He  gives  the  weary  sinner  rest, 
And  joy  succeeds  to  grief. 

PS\LM  52.    C.  M. 

The  informer  characterized. 
i  WHY  boasts  the  viie  insidious  man? 
His  baseness  who  can  tell? 
In  mischief,  lo,  he  lavs  his  plan 

Deep  as  the  gulf  of  hell. 
His  tongue  a  razor  sharp  and  keen. 

Delights  to  wound  the  heart, 
He  works  in  darkness,  but  unseen 

Performs  the  'accuser's  part. 
Behold,  he  fills  his  mouth  with  lies, 
Or  falsely  tells  the  truth, 

*  Inhaled,  drawn  in,  breath  taken  id. 


PSALM  52.  147 

While  o'er  the  world  the  scandal  flies 
To  ruin  virtuous  youth. 

4  Deceit  his  conversation  tips, 

He  gives  his  tongue  no  rest; 
Devouring  words  hang  on  his  lips, 
And  malice  fires  his  breast. 

5  But  God  in  vengeance  shall  destroy, 

And  drive  him  from  his  face; 
No  more  shall  he  the  church  annoy, 
Nor  find  on  earth  a  place. 

6  This  is  the  man,  the  saints  shall  say, 

Who  made  not  God  his  strength, 
And  God  has  chas'd  him  far  away, 
His  end  has  come  at  length. 

7  The  church,  like  some  green  olive  tree, 

Snail  flodrish  long  in  bloom; 
Her  sons  the  'oppressor's  end  shall  see, 
And  triumph  i:\  his  doom. 

8  Now  let  the  saints  in  danger  sing, 

And  make  the  Lord  their  tower, 
The  "Almighty  reigns,  exalt  your  King, 
And  tell  the  world  his  power. 

PSALM  52.    L.  M. 

The  tyrant  destroyed. 

1  WHY  should  the  haughty  tyrant  boast, 
And  dare  to  'invade  the  peaceful  coast, 
While  blood  defiles  his  cruel  hand, 

•  And  desolation  wastes--!  he  land? 

2  The  captive's  groan  he  joys  to  hear, 
Tis  music  to  his  harden'd  ear, 

The  widow's  loss,  the  sufferer's  sigh, 
Do  but  advance  his  pleasures  high. 
5  Triumphant  in  the  deeds  of  wrong 
He  thinks  to  make  his  kingdom  strong, 


148  PS.\LM  53. 

With  pride  his  awful  power  proclaims, 
And  at  Jehovah's  scepter  aims. 
4  Ye  chosen  angels,  keep  your  charge, 
Defend  ,he  saints,  the  church  enlarge, 
I  oiir  ovft  your  vials,  O  ye  seven, 
"  'h  !i-c  'd  with  the  liquid  fire  of  heaven 
r  frod  shall  destroy  the  bloody  race, 
,:id  toot  the  tyrant  from  his  place, 
righteous  freed  their  hopes  recall, 
hail  tie  proud  oppressor's  fall. 
iii  from  the  height  of  glory  thrown, 
.ie  Kills  promiscuous  and  unknown, 
Or  signaliz'd  by  brutal  crimes 
His  name  descends  to  future  times. 

7  "  There  lies  the  man,  the  church  shall  sing, 
^v  no  dar'd  to  fight  with  Christ  our  King, 

A     1  vainly  deem'd  with  envious  joy, 
Bm  arm  almighty  to  destroy." 

8  The  church  redeem'd,  the  nations  free, 
Shall  flourish  like  an  olive  tree; 

The  saints  who  saw  our  mournful  days, 
Shall  tune  their  songs  and  join  our  lays. 

PSALM  53.    Part  1.    C  M. 

The  folly  of  sinners. 

1  TKE  fool  within  himself  replies, 

And  whispers  to  his  soul, 
"  There  is  no  God  above  the  skies, 
And  who  shall  me  control?" 

2  God  from  his  heavenly  throne  look'd  down, 

To  view  the  world  below, 
To  find  the  man  who  fear'd  his  frown, 
And  did  his  justice  know. 

3  He  saw  that  men  had  turn'd  aside, 

And  lov'd  the  way  to  hell, 


PSALM  53.  149 

While  envy,  malive,  power,  and  pride, 
Within  their  bosoms  swell. 

4  How  void  of  heavenly  grace  are  they, 

Who  saints  beneath  them  tread, 
Who  make  the  saints  of  Christ  their  prey, 
And  eat  his  poor  like  bread! 

5  My  God  shall  on  their  glory  stamp, 

And  send  a  dread  reverse, 
Shall  fill  with  shame  their  guilty  camp, 
And  all  their  hosts  disperse. 

6  Afraid  to  see  the  judge  appear, 

In  vain  to  heaven  they  cry, 
And  trembling  where  there  is  no  fear, 
From  their  own  shadows  fly. 

7  Jesus,  reveal  thy  glorious  name, 

And  all  thy  foes  destroy; 
Fill  every  guilty  soul  with  shame, 
And  every  saint  with  joy. 

8  O  for  salvation  from  our  King, 

V  or  nations  long  opprest; 
Now  make  the  hearts  of  captives  sing, 
Now  give  thy  people  rest. 

PSALM  53.    Part  2.    C.  M. 
Deliverance  from  persecution, 

1  ARE  all  the  foes  of  Zion  fools, 

Who  thus  destroy  her  saints? 
Do  they  not  know  her  Savior  rules, 
And  pities  her  complaints? 

2  They  shall  be  seiz'd  with  sad  surprise, 

For  God's  avenging  arm, 
Scatters  the  bones  of  them  that  rise 
To  do  his  children  harm. 

3  In  vain  the  sons  of  Satan  boast 

Of  armies  in  array; 


"°  PSALM  54. 

WThevGf!NhaSOnCedeSpis'd,I'^hoSt, 

*  »iey  tall  an  easv  prey 

4  0,  for  a  word  from;  Zion's  King, 
Her  captives  to  restore! 

And  Judah  weep  no  more. 

PSALM  54.    C.  M. 
God  our  deliverer. 
•  BEHOLD  us,  Lord,  expos'd  ,o  harm 
And  hear  our  cries  at  iengm,  ' 

Save  us  by  thine  almighty  arm 
And  judge  us  by  thy  strength 
i  Stranger,  and  foes  beset  us  round, 

Oppress.ve,  proud,  and  strong, 
1heycatthytem  o  ., 

And  triumph  in  the  wrong. 

J  Ylndynnr,rnS&,'!'CeWe<^*. 
And  on  thy  strength  rely; 

rh.nearmshaUcrj.ah  our  foes  fo  dual 

Ihme  ear  attend  our  cry.  ; 

•   The  mighty  God  our  helper  is, 
In  vain  oppressors  scoff: 
He  treats  our  enemies  as  his, 
In  truth  he  cuts  them  off. 
•  ''hy  glory,  Lord,  shall  be  mine  aim. 
My  tongue  shall  freelv  sing; 
I^name>sgood,andnipSrocIaim 
7-  he  honors  of  my  King. 

Let  all  our  souls  to  God  aspire, 
Who  sav-d  us  from  our  woes; 

VVnen  God  destroy'd  our  foes. 


PSALM  55.  15  L 

PSALM" 55.    Parti.    C.      . 
Sxtfiport  for  the  afflicted  and  temfited  soul, 
:>.  O  GOD,  my  Refuge,  hear  my  cries, 
Behold  my  flowing  tears, 
For  earth  and  hell  my  death  devise, 
And  triumph  in  my  fears. 
2  Malicious  foes  attempt  my  life, 
Their  numbers  much  increase; 
Loud  is  their  noise,  and  fierce  their  strife, 
Who  daily  vex  my  peace. 
i  Deep  in  my  breast  I  feel  the  pain, 
Nor  can  my  fears  control; 
Death,  and  the  terrors  of  his  train, 
Have  overwhelm'd  my  soul, 

4  O,  were  I  like  a  feather'd  dove, 

How  would  I  stretch  my  wings, 
Traverse*  the  peaceful  realms  above. 
And  quit  these  restless  things. 

5  Let  me  to  some  wild  desart  roam, 

And  find  a  safe  retreat, 
Where  floods  of  malice  never  foam, 
Nor  storms  of  envy  beat. 

6  Vain  hopes  and  vain  inventions  all, 

To  'escape  the  rage  of  hell! 
The  mighty  God  on  whom  I  call, 
Can  save  me  here  as  well. 

PSALM  55.    Part  2,    C.  M. 
Oppression  and  treason  complained  of. 
I  OPPRESSORS  with  imperious  sway, 
In  mischief  take  delight; 
They  practice  bloody  crimes  by  day, 
And  plan  their  wars  by  night. 
\  Confound  them,  Lord,  their  tongues  divide. 
4s  language  once  thou  didst, 

*  1*ia  traverse,  to  wander  over, 
Q 


*52  PSALM  55. 

For,  Jo!  the  world  abounds  with  pride, 
And  guile  is  in  the  midst! 

3  'Twas  not  a  foe  of  foreign  land, 

Who  sought  the  deadly  blow, 
I  then  could  long  have  borne  his  hand, 
Could  well  have  blest  my  foe. 

4  'Twere  you,  my  friends,  how  smooth  you  talk'd, 

Your  words  were  soft  as  oil; 
While  to  the  house  of  God  we  walk'd 
Your  hearts  were  set  on  spoil. 

5  Come  seize  them  death,  come  take  them  grave, 

And  bear  them  far  from  hence; 
In  vain  they  call  on  God  to  save, 
For  God  is  our  defence. 

6  But  if  no  change  disturb  their  ease, 

Nor  man  nor  God  they  dread, 
But  much  the  'eternal  power  displease, 
And  on  the  virtuous  tread. 

7  My  God,  in  his  mysterious  ways, 

Shall  drown  them  with  a  flood; 
Scarce  shall  they  live  out  half  their  days, 
Who  take  delight  in  hlood. 

PSALM  55.    S.  M. 

Trusting  in  Christ. 

1  DEATH  shall  the  proud  destroy, 

And  send  them  quick  to  hell; 
For  death  has  been  their  lov'd  employ, 
And  they  deserve  it  well. 

2  But  as  for  me,  my  voice 

Shall  call  on  God  aloud; 
In  his  salvation  I  '11  rejoice, 

When  judgments  smite  the  proud , 

3  At  evening,  noon,  and  morn, 

I  '11  to  my  Savior  pray; 


PSALM  5*6-  153 

Nor  will  he  leave  my  soul  forlorn, 
Nor  will  he  long  delay. 

4  God  will  my  foes  control, 

And  all  his  truth  perform, 
In  perfect  peace  he  keeps  my  soul, 
Amid  the  raging  storm. 

5  How  potent  and  how  wise, 

Is  mine  eternal  God! 
The  trembling  nations  with  surprise, 
Submit  and  own  his  rod. 

6  But  while  they  live  at  ease, 

And  no  sad  changes  dread, 
They  much  the  living  God  displease. 
And  on  his  people  tread. 

7  My  soul  with  all  her  cares, 

Shall  lean  on  Jesus'  breast, 
Secure  amid  a  thousand  snares, 
My  Savior  is  my  rest. 

8  On  God  my  soul  I  cast, 

And  faith  allays  my  fears; 
So  when  the  stormy  night  is  past, 
How  fair  the  sun  appears. 

9  My  God  shall  well  sustain 

The  children  of  his  love, 
He  '11  hear  them  thro  this  world  of  pain, 
To  blissful  realms  above. 

PSALM  56.    Part  1.    C.  M. 
CoTifidence  (n  God. 

1  IN  mercy,  Lord,  appear  and  save, 

Cut  short  the  trying  hour, 
Or  men  more  cruel  than  the  grave, 
Will  soon  my  life  devour. 

2  My  foes  increase  on  either  side, 

Their  ways  are  in  the  dark, 

*  Potent,  strong,  full  of  power 


154  PSALM  56 

In  secret  places,  lo!  they  hide, 
.    And  set  me  for  their  mark. 

3  My  words  and  actions  much  they  wrest, 

But  justice  is  mine  aim, 
Oft  when  my  thoughts  intend  the  best, 
My  foes  the  most  exclaim. 

4  What  time  I  feel  my  soul  afraid, 

I  'II  to  my  God  draw  nigh, 
I  'Jl  praise  his  word,  I'll  seek  his  aid, 
And  trust  my  Rock  on  high, 

5  My  God  will  bear  me  safely  thro, 

He  knows  my  cause  is  just, 
Nor  will  I  fear  what  men  can  do, 
The  children  of  the  dust. 

6  Shall  they  persist  without  thy  frown: 

Must  their  devices  stand? 
O,  cast  aspiring  sinners  down, 
Let  tyrants  know  thine  hand. 

PSALM  56.    Part  2.    C.  M. 
Recovering1  grace. 

1  HOW  great  the  grace  of  God  appears,. 

He  loves  his  suffering  saints, 
He  sees  their  foes,  he  knows  their  fcarsv 
And  answers  their  complaints. 

2  He  did  his  wandering  creature  stop, 

When  I  his  way  forsook, 
His  bottle  held  each  sorrowing  drop'. 
My  tears  were  in  his  book. 

3  When  to  his  throne  I  send  my  cry, 

Victorious  on  my  knees, 
I  call  for  succor  from  the  sky, 
And  Satan  fears  and  flees. 

4  If  God  afford  his. powerful  aid 

To  drive  the  tempter  back, 


PSALM  57-  155 

Safe  in  the  Lord  I  'm  not  afraid, 
If  earth  and  hell  attack. 
5  To  heaven  my  cheerful  song  I  raise, 
And  pay  my  solemn  vow, 
To  thee,  my  God,  I  give  the  praise * 
And  in  thy  presence  bow. 
5  Thou  hast  redeem'd  my  soul  from  hell, 
In  answer  to  my  call; 
The  hand  that  rais'd  me  when  I  fell, 
Can  sure  prevent  my  fall. 
7  Rais'd  from  the  dark  confines  of  death. 
Thou  set'st  thy  prisoner  free; 
My  flesh  and  spirit,  life  and  breath, 
I  now  devote  to  thee. 
2  I  keep  the  way  my  Savior  trod, 
His  spirit  guides  me  right; 
My  faith  shall  trust  the  living  God, 
And  triumph  in  his  light. 

PSALM  57.    L.  M. 

Protection  and  salvation. 

1  MY  God,  in  whom  are  all  the  springs 

Of  boundless  love  and  grace  unknown, 
Hide  jne  beneath  thy  spreading  wings, 
Till  the  dark  cloud  is  overblown. 

2  Up  to  the  heavens  I  send  my  cry, 

The  Lord  will  my  desires  perform; 
He  sends  his  angel  from  the  sky, 

And  saves  me  from  the  threat'ning  storm. 

3  My  soul  amid  the  lion's  den, 

He  rais'd  above  destructive  fears, 
And  freed  me  from  the  sons  of  men, 

Whose  tongues  are  sharp  as  pointed  spears. 

4  Ye  saints,  exalt  the  God  of  love, 

Hi^h  o'er  the  heavens  where  angels  dwell, 
02 


156  PSALM  58. 

Praise  ye  the  Lord;  let  all  above 
And  ail  below  his  wonders  tell. 

5  Mine  heart  is  fixt,  my  song  shall  raise 

Immortal  honors  to  his  name; 
Awake,  my  tongue,  to  sound  his  praise. 
My  tongue,  the  wonder  of  my  frame. 

6  High  o'er  the  heavens  Jehovah  reigns, 

His  truth  pervades  unmeasur'd  space. 
On  rebel  men  his  mercy  deigns 
To  shower  the  riches  of  his  grace. 

7  Exalt  thy  kingdom,  Prince  of  Peace, 

O'er  all  above  and  all  below, 
Now  let  thy  church  on  earth  increase, 
To  sinners  thy  salvation  show. 

PSALM  58.  As  the  113. 

The  remonstrance. 

1  YE  nations  hear,  ye  tyrants  pause, 
No  longer  spurn  the  righteous  cause, 

Lest  judgments  overwhelm  the  lands; 
Will  you  the  poor  and  weak  revile, 
Or  view  oppressors  with  a  smile, 

And  weigh  their  cause  with  partial  hands 

2  Do  you  despise  the  God  on  high, 
Who  hears  the  captive's  humble  sigh, 

And  his  unfeeling  master  sees? 
Will  you  the  rights  of  man  invade, 
And  not  forbid  the  shameful  trade,* 

Made  lawful  by  your  bold  decrees? 

3  The  God  of  justice  knows  your  way, 
As  soon  as  born  the  wicked  stray, 

And  turn  aside  to  theft  and  lies; 
Lord,  shall  the  men  by  power  made  strong. 
For  ever  triumph  in  the  wrong, 

Yet  'scape  thy  lightning  as  it  flies? 
*:  This  Fsalm  was  composed  before  the  year  1810 


PSALM  59-  157 

A  secret  poison  works  within, 
The  serpent  makes  the  venom  thin, 

And  tyrants  drive  the  world  to  arms; 
So  the  deaf  adder  stops  her  ears, 
Nor  counsel  nor  instruction  hears, 

But  disregards  the  power  of  charms! 

Break  out  their  teeth,  almighty  King, 
Destroy  the  monster's  deadly  sting, 

And  save  the  victim  from  his  jaws; 
Let  justice  swift  descend  below, 
To  make  the  bold  oppressors  know 

That  Jesus  gives  the  nations  laws-. 
Jehovah  from  the  flying  cloud, 
Declares  his  dreadful  name  aloud, 

He  comes  to  punish  daring  crimes; 
In  every  land  his  power  is  felt, 
Like  hills  of  snow  the  nations  melt, 

And  dread  the  strange  reverse  of  times. 
Thus  shall  the  Savior's  conquering  sword, 
Safety  and  peace  to  saints  afford, 

And  all  who  love  his  name  shall  say, 
"  Sure  there's  a  God  above  the  sky, 
A  God,  who  hears  his  children  cry, 

And  will  their  sufferings  well  repay." 

PSALM  59.    S.  M. 

Liars  in  ivaii  dispersed. 
FROM  foes  that  round  us  rise, 

O,  God  of  heaven,  defend, 
For  men  of  blood  the  just  despise, 

And  with  the  saints  contend. 
By  vain  ambition  fir'd, 

Our  foes  begin  the  strife; 
Not  for  our  sins  have  they  conspired? 

To  hunt  the  precious  life. 


158  PSALM  60 

3  Beneath  the  silent  shade, 

Their  secret  plots  they  lay, 
Our  peaceful  land  by  night  invade, 
And  waste  our  fields  by  day. 

4  And  will  the  God  of  grace, 

Regardless  of  our  pain, 
Permit  secure  an  impious  race, 
To  fill  the  world  with  slain? 

5  The  Lord  derides  their  rage, 

He  knows  their  cause  is  wrong; 
Jehovah  lives  from  age  to  age, 
And  our  defence  is  strong. 

6  But  while  our  God  delays, 

How  daring  are  our  foes! 
Each  like  an  angry  mastiff"  bays. 
And  'round  the  city  goes. 

7  Lift  up  thy  dreadful  rod, 

And  drive  them  from  our  land; 
But  lest  the  saints  forget  their  Goc\, 

Destroy  not  all  their  band. 
3  They  speak  with  flattering  mouth, 

Their  lips  the  saints  decoy; 
Disperse  them,  Lord,  from  north  to  south. 

From  east  to  west  destroy. 
9  Then  shall  our  morning  voice, 

The  great  salvation  sing, 
Nations  around  us  shall  rejoice, 

And  make  the  Lord  their  King. 

PSALM  60.    C.  M. 

Distress  of  nations. 
1   LORD,  hast  thou  cast  the  nation  off, 
And  must  we  die  abhorr'd? 
Must  we  become  the  'eternal  scoff 
Of  those  who  hate  the  Lord? 


TSALM  60.  159 

2  Hard  things  has  God  his  people  shown? 

The  wine  of  fear  We  sup; 
And  will  the  Lord  his  saints  disown, 
Will  Jesus  give  them  up? 

3  Our  foes  the  trembling  land  invade, 

And  earth  astonish'd  quakes; 
O,  heal  the  wounds  their  hands  have  made, 
Confirm  the  mind  that  shakes. 

4  Display  thy  banner  in  the  field, 

Take  the  supreme  command, 
O,  God  our  strength,  our  heavenly  shield, 
Save  us  by  thy  right-hand. 

3  Thus  saith  the  Lord,  "  I  know  their  pride, 
I  will  my  foes  destroy, 
And  while  their  substance  I  divide, 
The  saints  shall  sing  for  joy, 

5  The  church  is  mine,  for  ever  mine, 

My  word  of  grace  is  true, 
My  foes  shall  know  my  power  divine, 

When  I  their  rage  subdue." 
7  Triumphing  o'er  triumphant  foes 

The  Lord  his  word  performs, 
Swift  as  the  wind  behold  he  goes, 

And  dreadful  as  the  storms. 
3  Wrhere  is  the  foe  will  dare  to  meet, 

Or  war  with  God  to  wage, 
He  throws  his  shoes  from  off  his  feet, 

And  scorns  the  tyrant's  rage. 

9  Jesus  our  Savior,  Christ  our  King, 

-Shall  lead  us  to  his  tower, 
Shall  all  his  saints  to  glory  bring, 
By  his  resistless  power. 

10  Great  is  the  help  his  arm  affords, 

When  earthly  helpers  fail; 


160  PSALM  61,  62. 

The  church  oppos'd  by  spears  and  swords, 
Shall  in  his  strength  prevail, 

PSALM  61.   S.  M. 

Safety  in  God. 

1  WHEN  overwhelm'd  with  grief, 

Mine  heart  within  me  dies, 

Helpless  and  far  from  all  relief, 

To  heaven  I  send  my  cries. 

2  God  of  almighty  power, 

I  '11  in  thine  house  abide; 
Be  thou  my  refuge,  thou  my  tower, 
My  soul  in  safety  hide. 

3  O,  lead  me  to  the  rock 

That's  high  above  mine  head, 

And  be  my  shelter  from  the  shock, 

That  fills  the  world  with  dread. 

4  Beneath  thy  spreading  wings, 

I  most  securely  trust, 
God  is  the  'eternal  King  of  kings, 
And  all  my  foes  are  dust. 

5  The  Lord,  who  heard  my  vow, 

My  lot  in  mercy  cast; 
And  they,  who  love  and  serve  him  now, 
Shall  reign  with  God  at  last. 

6  I  join  with  sweet  accord 

The  saints,  who  love  his  name; 
If  they  have  life  from  Christ  my  Lord, 
I  shall  enjoy  the  same. 

PSALM  62.    Part  1     L.  M. 
Trusting  in  God, 
1  THE  God  from  whom  salvation  flows, 
Is  all  the  Rock  my  spirit  knows; 
And  while  my  Rock  a  refuge  proves, 
No  fear  my  dauntless  spirit  moves. 


PSALM  62.  161 

2  Should  envious  foes  against  me  rise, 
And  earth  and  heU  my  death  devise, 
The  Lord  my  Rock  is  my  defence, 
Nor  earth  nor  hell  shall  drive  me  thence, 

3  How  long,  ye  sons  of  men,  how  long-, 
Will  you  delight  to  do  me  wrong? 
And  seek  in  vain  to  cast  me  down, 
From  God  my  glory,  God  my  crown? 

4  The  wicked  like  a  bending  wall, 
Shall  in  promiscuous  ruin  fall, 

Like  tottering  fence,  they  shall  not  stand, 
When  God  lifts  up  his  dreadful  hand. 

5  They  bless  the  saints,  but  with  a  smile, 
Their  hearts  disdain  them  all  the  while; 
And  while  the  tongue  its  trust  belies, 
Each  some  abhorr'd  invention  tries. 

6  My  soul  by  faith  to  Jesus  clings, 

I  drink  my  love  from  purest  springs, 
In  vain  the  sons  of  Satan  mock, 
Jehovah  is  my  living  Rock. 

PSALM  62-    Part  2.    L.  M. 

No  trust  in  the  creatures. 

1  MY  spirit  looks  to  God  alone, 

My  Rock  and  Refuge  is  hi«  throne? 
In  all  my  fears,  in  all  my  straits, 
My  soul  on  his  salvation  waits. 

2  Ye  saints,  invoke  the  God  of  grace, 
Come  spread  your  wants  before  his  face; 
When  helpers  fail,  and  foes  invade, 
God  is  our  all-sufficient  aid. 

3  Vain  are  the  men  of  high  renown, 
The  baser  sort  are  light  as  down; 
Laid  in  the  balance  both  would  seem 
Too  light  to  turn  the  trembling  beam. 


162  PSALM  63. 

4  Make  not  increasing  gold  your  trust, 
Nor  set  your  hearts  on  glittering  dust; 
Why  will  you  chuse  delusive  snares, 
And  not  believe  what  God  declares? 

5  Once  has  he  sworn  to  punish  vice, 
I  heard  his  oath  confirm  it  twice; 
To  God  this  dreadful  power  belongs, 

To  'avenge  his  saints,  and  judge  their  wrongs 

6  He  does  offending  sinners  woo, 
God  is  our  Judge  and  Savior  too, 
And  will  his  power,  or  mercy  show, 
As  men  perform  his  will  below, 

PSALM  63.    Part  1.    C.  M. 
Longing  after  God, 
I   EARLY,  my  God,  without  delay, 
I  haste  to  seek  thy  face; 
My  thirsty  spirit  faints  away, 
Without  thy  cheering  grace. 
I  As  pilgrims  on  the  scorching  sand, 
Beneath  a  burning  sky, 
Long  for  a  cooling  stream  at  hand, 
And  they  must  drink  or  die. 
!  So  thirsts  my  soul,  O  God,  for  thee. 
To  find  a  Savior's  blood, 
To  taste  thy  love  divinely  free, 

And  drink  the  living  flood. 
I  long  to  feel  thy  word  with  power, 

And  know  the  grace  divine; 
My  God,  send  down  a  plenteous  shower, 

To  cheer  this  soul  of  mine. 
No  marrow  so  delights  my  mind, 

Nor  flesh  nor  fat  of  beast, 
As  when  some  heavenly  word  I  find. 
And  on  the  promise  feast. 


PSALM  63.  163 

6  Not  life  itself  is  half  so  sweet, 

As  thy  forgiving  love; 
'Tis  heaven  on  eartli  thy  saints  to  meet, 
And  join  the  songs  above. 

7  I  think  of  Jesus  on  my  bed, 

And  thus  mine  eyes  I  close; 
His  shadowy  wings  are  o'er  me  spread. 
He  watches  my  repose. 

8  Thus  till  my  last  expiring  day, 

I  '11  bless  my  God  and  King; 
Thus  will  I  lift  mine  hands  to  pray, 
And  tune  my  lips  to  sing. 

PSALM  63.    Part  2.    C.  M. 
Midnight  devotion. 
i   AMID  the  darkest  hours  of  night, 
My  God  in  mind  I  keep; 
His  love  affords  supreme  delight, 
And  sweetens  all  my  sleep. 

2  The  slumbering  world  around  me  lies, 

But  while  my  sun  is  fied, 

Diviner  light  illumes  my  skies, 

If  Christ  be  near  my  bed._ 

3  Christ  is  the  way,  I  follow  hard 

To  keep  the  heavenly  road; 
And"  while  my  sins  my  steps  retard* 
I  groan  beneath  their  load. 
i  Secure  beneath  his  shadowy  wings, 
My  soul  on  God  is  staid; 
My  joyful  tongue  at  midnight  sings 
His  all  protecting  aid. 
>  The  men,  who  seek  mine  overthrow, 
His  dreadful  sword  shall  slay, 
Sci.d  down  to  dwell  in  depths  below, 
Devour'd  by  beasts  of  prey. 

*  T©  retard,  to  hinder,  to  obstruct. 


164  PSALM  63. 

6  But  while  his  wrath  the  wicked  tears, 
And  stops  his  perjur'd  voice, 
The  man,  who  by  his  glory  swears, 
Shall  in  his  truth  rejoice. 

PSALM  63.    L.  M. 

The  love  of  God  better  than  life. 

1  FOR  thee,  my  God,  I  long  and  thirsty 

As  in  a  desart  waste  and  dry, 
I  seek  the  living  fountain  first, 

And  drink  a  deep  and  large  supply. 

2  With  heart  and  eyes  and  lifted  hands 

For  thy  salvation,  Lord,  I  look, 
No  pilgrims  scorch'd  on  burning  sasds 
So  much  desire  the  cooling  brook. 

3  With  early  feet  I  love  to  'appear, 

Among  the  saints  to  seek  thy  face; 
There  have  I  found  my  Savior  near, 
And  felt  the  power  of  sovreign  grace*. 

4  No  marrow  so  delights  my  mind, 

Nor  flesh  nor  fat  of  pamper'd  beast,' 
As  when  some  heavenly  word  I  find, 
And  on  the  promise  sweetly  feast. 

5  But  should  the  Lord  my  life  remove, 

And  not  a  glimpse  of  heaven  afford, 
Life  would  a  tedious  burden  prove, 
'Till  God  his  light  to  me  restor'd. 

6  The  sun  to  distant  regions  fled, 

Can  hardly  make  the  darkness  night, 
If  Christ,  my  Lord,  be  near  my  bed, 
My  soul  enjoys  an  heavenly  light. 

7  I  '11  praise  his  name  with  cheerful  voice, 

From  God  my  sweetest  comfort  springs, 
And  while  in  Jesus  I  rejoice 

I  'm  safe  beneath  his  shadowy  wings*. 


PSALM  63.  165 

PSALM  63.    S.  M, 

Seeking  God. 

1  MY  Savior  is  my  God, 

What'er  my  fears  suggest; 
And  in  the  way  that  Jesus  trod, 
I  hope  to  find  his  rest. 

2  As  in  a  thirsty  land 

To  God  for  drink  I  go; 
No  pilgrims  on  the  burning  sand, 

Can  pant  for  water  so. 
S  I  long  to  see  his  face, 

As  oft  mine  eyes  have  seen, 
And  in  his  house  behold  his  grace, 

Without  a  cloud  between. 

4  His  house   is  richly  stor'd 

With  all  that  cheers  the  heart; 
But  what  can  earth,  or  heaven  afford, 
If  God,  my  life,  depart. 

5  Let  others  please  the  taste, 

And  drink  the  choicest  wine; 
I  '11  to  his  richer  banqaet  haste, 
To  taste  his  love  divine. 

6  We  call  the  creatures  sweet, 

And  yet  how  soon  they  cloy; 
But  while  I  sit  at  Jesus'  feet, 
I  feel  diviner  joy. 

7  My  soul  partakes  the  bliss, 

Conferral  on  saints,  above, 
No  joy  can  be  compar'd  with  this.. 
To  sing  redeeming  love. 

8  Tho  yonder  sun  was  fled, 

And  sunk  in  endless  night, 
Yet  if  my  Lord  stood  near  my  bed, 
'T  would  make  the  darkness  Hgbt 


166  PSALM  64,  65- 

9  Beneath  his  shadowy  wings, 
My  thankful  voice  I  raise; 
From  Christ  my  sweetest  comfort  springs, 
And  his  shall  be  the  praise. 

PSALM  64.    L.  M. 

Deliverance  from  traitors, . 

1  GREAT  God,  attend  to  my  complaint, 
O,  hear  thy  long  afflicted  saint; 
From  inward  fear,  and  outward  strife, 
In  mercy.  Lord,  preserve  my  life. 

2  Insurgents*  rise  on  either  side, 

Me  from  their  secret  counsels  hide; 
And  while  they  spread  the  fatal  snare, 
Let  my  salvation  be  thy  care. 
S  Their  hearts  are  savage,  wild,  and  fierce, 
Their  sharpen'd  tongues  were  form'd  to  pierc«, 
Their  words  resemble  poison'd  darts, 
Dip'd  in  the  venom  of  their  hearts. 

4  With  tedious  search  they  find  a  lie, 
Then  let  the  nimble  mischief  fly; 
And  while  they  take  the  fatal  aim, 

"  What  eye  beholds  us?"  all  exclaim. 

5  The  Lord,  who  well  their  mischief  knows, 
Shall  break  their  hell-invented  bows, 

His  arrows  sent  with  dreadful  twangs, 
Shall  fill  their  souls  with  inward  pangs. 

6  This  shall  rejoicing  patriots  see, 
And  from  the  vile  insurgents  flee; 

The  saints  shall  own  his  judgments  just, 
And  in  his  name  repose  their  trust. 

PSALM  65.    Part  1.    L.  M. 
Public  prayer  and  firai&e. 
1   IN  Zion,  Lord,  the  praying  throng, 
Before  thy  presence  humbly  bow, 
*  Insurgents,  rebels  against  lawful  government 


PSALM  65.  1G<7 

There  shall  they  raise  the  joyful  song-, 
And  there  perform  the  solemn  vow. 

2  Enthron'd  above  the  great  concave, 

God  loves  to  hear  his  people  pray; 

All  flesh  shall  know  his  power  to  save, 

And  haste  to  Christ  without  delay. 

3  Against  my  will  my  sins  prevail, 

But  grace  shall  purge  away  their  stain. 
The  blood  of  Christ  will  never  fail 
To  wash  my  garments  white  again. 

4  Blest  is  the  man  whom  God  approves, 

Within  his  house  he  finds  a  place; 
From  thence,  at  death,  his  soul  removes. 
To  dwell  for  ever  near  his  face. 

PSALM  65.    Part  2.    L.  M. 
God  terrible  in  his  judgments. 

1  BY  dreadful  things  in  righteousness, 

The  Lord  comes  down  in  sovreign  ways. 
Commotions  rise,  and  sore  distress 
The  guilty  world  with  fear  dismay! 

2  While  mountains  feel  the  whelming  blast, 

And  monarchs  fail,  ami  nations  faint, 
He  girds  the  mount  of  Zion  fast, 
And  calms  the  fear  of  every  saint. 

3  To  him  his  sons  address  their  cries, 

He  hears  their  all-prevailing  pleas, 
He  speaks,  and  clears  the  stormy  skies.  , 
His  word  subdues  the  raging  seas. 

4  Tumultuous  nations,  like  a  flood, 

Lift  up  their  waves  with  noisy  swell, 
He  makes  the  oppressor  drunk  with  blood, 
And  sends  the  tyrant  down  to  hell. 

5  He  gives  his  suffering  churches  rest^ 

His  hand  o'errules  the  bursting  storm. 
P  2 


168  PSALM  65. 

Whatever  his  praying  saints  request, 
His  power  stands  ready  to  perform, 
6  To  God  shall  trembling  mortals  flock, 
When  dreadful  signs  in  heaven  appear: 
Should  nature  feel  a  general  shock, 
His  saints  are  arm'd  against  the  fear. 

PSALM  65.    Part  3.  L.  M. 
Civil  commotions. 

1  THE  God  of  our  salvation  hears 
The  groans  of  Zion  mixt  with  tears; 
Behold,  he  comes  with  power  divine, 
Amid  the  way  his  terrors  shine. 

2  The  Lord  to  judge  the  world  comes  clown, 
The  guilty  nations  fear  his  frown, 

The  lightnings  fly,  the  comets  blaze, 
And  fill  the  world  with  sore  amaze. 

3  When  tyrants  rouse  the  sleeping  flood, 
And  turn  the  waters  into  blood; 

The  Lord  beholds  the  storm  they  ri-.ive, 
And  makes  their  fury  work  his  praise. 

4  He  bids  the  noisy  tempests  cease, 
He  calms  the  raging  croud  to  peace, 
When  a  tumultuous  nation  raves, 
Wild  as  the  wind,  and  loud  as  waves. 

5  Whole  kingdoms  shaken  by  the  storm, 
He  settles  in  a  peaceful  form; 
Mountains  established  by  his  hand, 
Firm  on  their  old  foundations  stand. 

PSALM  65.  Part  4.  L.  M. 

God  orders  the  seasons. 
i   AT  God's  command  the  dawning  ray, 
Illumes  the  morn  and  makes  our  day; 
Or  darkness  overspreads  the  west, 
And  caJlsthe  slumb'ring  world  to  rest. 


PSALM  65.  169 

Obsequious*  seasons  know  his  voice, 
Evening,  and  noon,  and  morn  rejoice, 
The  seeds  and  fruits  of  every  clime 
Are  ripen'd  at  the  appointed  time. 
The  streams  of  God  enrich  the  land, 
The  rain  descends  at  his  command; 
His  paths- abundant  fatness  drop, 
His  hand  prepares  the  growing  crop. 
High  on  the  clouds  he  walks  aloft,     . 
And  makes  the  harclen'd  furrows  soft, 
His  word  the  springing  year  renews, 
And  earth  is  moisten'd  with  his  dews- 
On  flow'ry  meads  and  pastures  green, 
The  frisking  flocks  and  herds  are  seen, 
The  shepherds  sing,  the  lambkins  bleat, 
And  echoing  hills  their  joys  repeat. 
In  every  field,  in  every  flower,     • 
We  read  his  name,  and  view  his  power; 
In  every  month  his  gifts  appear, 
Great  God,  thy  goodness  crowns  the  year- 

PSALM   65.    Part  1.   C.  M. 

A prayer  hearing  God. 
PRAISE  waits  in  Zion,Lord,  for  thee; 

'Tis  there  our  vows  are  paid, 
'Tis  there  the  saints  with  suppliant  knee 

Implore  thy  powerful  aid. 
The  Lord,  who  loves  to  hear  us  pray 

Will  grant  the  thing  we  crave, 
All  flesh  shall  come  without  delay 

And  learn  his  power  to  save. 
My  sins  prevail  against  my  will, 

The  war  with  flesh  begins; 
But  God  will  grant  me  power  and  skill, 

To  conquer  all  my  sins. 

*  Obsequious,  obedient,  compliant 


170  PSALM  65. 

4  The  man  whom  God  approves  is  blest 

O'er  all  the  sinful  race; 
In  God  he  finds  eternal  rest, 
And  in  his  house  a  place. 

PAUSE. 

5  In  answering  prayers  incessant  pleas? 

The  Lord  subdues  the  proud, 
When  restless  as  the  noisy  seas, 
Their  fury  roars  aloud. 

6  In  righteousness  by  sovreign  ways, 

His  wrath  confounds  their  pride; 
And  while  his  power  the  storm  allays, 
The  saints  in  God  confide. 

7  By  this  shall  wond'ring  nations  know, 

The  Lord  is  good  and  just, 
To  him  shall  distant  islands  ftpw, 
And  in  his  mercy  trust. 

8  The  heathens  gaze  with  fearful  look, 

When  signs  in  heaven  appear; 
But  they  shall  read  the  holy  book, 
And  love  as  well  as  fear. 

PSALM  65.    Part  2.   C  M. 
God  upholds  and  orders  all  things. 

1  'TIS  God,  who  girds  the  mountains  fast, 

To  heaven  their  summits  soar, 
With  inward  groans,  and  outward  blast, 
The  burning  mountains  roar. 

2  His  sovreign  word  subdues  the  noise, 

When  ocean  foams  aloud, 
He  holds  the  storms  in  equipoise,* 
And  queiis  the  raving  croud. 

3  He  speaks,  and,  lo!  the  storms  arise, 

The  fretful  nations  foam, 

*  Equipoise,  exact  balance. 


PSALM  65.  171 

And  thro1  the  heavens  with  dread  surprise, 
The  wandering  comets  roam. 

4  A  visit  from  the  'eternal  King, 

Adorns  the  fields  with  flowers; 
The  winter  dies,  and  new-born  spring 
Receives  the  falling  showers. 

5  The  rain  descends  in  copious  streams, 

O  God,  thy  rivers  flow; 
The  sun  breaks  out  with  genial  beams, 
And  makes  the  pastures  grow. 

6  The  fields  are  drest  in  cheerful  green, 

The  yellow  crops  appear, 
In  every  month  thy  power  is  seen, 
Thy  goodness  crowns  the  year. 

PSALM  65.    Parto.  CM. 
Returning  spring. 
}  KIND  is  the  Lord  our  heavenly  King, 
Who  makes  the  earth  his  care, 
Who  visits  nature  every  spring, 
And  does  our  corn  prepare. 

2  The  clouds,  like  rivers  rais'd  aloft, 

Give  rain  at  his  command, 
To  make  the  harden'd  furrow  soft, 
And  fertilize  the  land. 

3  The  little  hills  on  either  side, 

Rejoice  at  falling  showers, 
The  meadows  drest  in  beauteous  pride, 
Perfume  the  air  with  flowers. 

4  Thy  paths,  O  God,  with  fatness  drop, 

With  grass  the  mountains  grow, 
And  fields  of  corn,  a  plenteous  crop, 
O'erspread  the  vales  below. 

5  The  plants,  as  from  the  dead  revive, 

And  drink  the  morning  dews, 


172  TSALM  66. 

All  nature  seems  again  alive, 
And  spring  the  world  renews. 

6  The  grazing  flocks  spread  o'er  the  lawns, 

And  well  their  time  employ, 
The  joyful  lambs,  and  frisking  fawns, 
Excite  the  shepherd's  joy. 

7  The  changing  seasons,  Lord,  are  thine, 

Thy  goodness  crowns  them  all, 
And  yonder  sun  comes  o'er  the  line, 
Obsequious  at  thy  call. 

PSALM  66.   Part.  1.  C.  M. 
Praise  to  God  for  miraculous  deliverance: 

1  YE  sons  of  men,  lift  up  your  hands, 

To  God  your  voices  raise, 
Resound  his  name,  ye  distant  lands, 
And  glorious  make  his  praise, 

2  Say  to  the  God  who  form'd  the  sky, 

"  How  terrible  art  thou! 
Sinners  before  thy  presence  fly, 
Or  at  thy  footstool  bow." 

3  Nations  shall  worship  at  his  throne, 

And  triumph  in  his  name; 
Elohim  is  the  Lord  alone, 
From  endless  years  the  same. 

4  Come,  see  the  wond'rous  works  of  God, 

Perform'd  in  ancient  days, 

When  Egypt  felt  his  awful  rod, 

When  Israel  saw  his  ways. 

5  He  did  the  flowing  seas  divide. 

And  sav'd  the  church  at  length, 
Israel  on  foot  pass'd  thro'  the  tide, 
Rejoicing  in  his  strength. 

6  Then  did  the  saints  in  lofty  strains, 

The  great  Redeemer  sing; 


PSALM  66.  17: 

And  yet  the  Lord  his  throne  maintains, 
Elohim  is  our  King. 

7  He  breaks  a  nation  at  a  stroke, 

Will  monarchs  then  rebel? 
The  King  of  kings  in  war  provoke, 
And  coalesce*  with  hell? 

8  O,  bless  our  God,  ye  saints  rejoice, 

Your  knees,  ye  people,  bend, 
Exalt  his  name  with  joyful  voice* 
And  let  his  praise  ascend. 

9  He  will  our  souls  in  safety  hold, 

Nor  shall  our  feet  be  mov'd, 
His  suffering  saints  like  purest  gold, 
Come  forth  at  last  approv'd. 

PSALM  66.    Part  2.  C.   M. 

Praise  to  God/or  hearing  prayer . 

1   MY  God,  accept  the  worship  now 

That  in  thine  house  is  paid, 

I  would  perform  the  solemn  vow 

My  soul  in  anguish  made. 

2  No  merit  of  mine  own  I  bring 

To  save  my  soul  from  hell, 
Thy  free  salvation,  Lord,  I  sing. 
And  all  thy  wonders  tell. 

3  Come  ye,  who  my  Redeemer  fear, 

Come  bless  the  sacred  one; 
I  will  rehearse,  and  you  shall  hear, 
What  Christ  for  me  has  done. 

4  Expos'd  to  death  and  burning  flame, 

I  near  destruction  seem'd; 
But  I  besought  my  Savior's  name, 
And  he  my  soul  redeem'd. 

5  If  in  my  soul  I  sin  regard, 

And  hide  the  foe  within, 

*  To  coalesce,  tp  unite,  to  join. 


174  PSALM  67. 

The  Lord  will  all  my  prayers  discard,* 

Till  I  forsake  my  sin. 
6  But  God,  who  knows  mine  inmost  mind, 

Has  heard  his  servant  pray: 
A  gracious  ear  the  Lord  inclin'd, 

Nor  turn'd  my  prayer  away. 

PSALM  67.  C.  M. 
The  year  of  jubilee. 

1  ALMIGHTY  God,  reveal  thy  face, 

On  us  in  mercy  shine, 
Let  Zion  feel  thy  quick'ning  grace, 
And  know  thy  power  divine. 

2  O  may  thy  word  on  earth  be  known, 

And  spread  from  east  to  west; 
Thy  saving  health  thro  Jesus  shown,  . 
Shall  make  the  nations  blest. 

3  Around  thy  throne  with  sacred  joy, 

Thy  ransom'd  people  sing; 
We  would  our  sweetest  songs  employ 
To  praise  the  'eternal  King. 

4  We  '11  sing  the  wonders  of  thine  hand, 

Thou  dost  the  poor  release, 
And  earth  made  rich,  at  thy  command 
Affords  a  full  increase. 

5  Their  Sovreign  let  the  people  know, 

He  sits  enthron'd  above, 
And  governs  well  the  worlds  below, 
la  righteousness  and  love. 

6  Let  nature's  everlasting  frame, 

Lis  growing  honors  raise, 
Jehovah  Jesus  is  his  name, 
Eternal  be  his  praise. 

•  To  discard,  to  reject  or  disown* 


PSALM  68.  175 

PSALM  6S.    Part  1.    L.  M. 
The  vengeance  and  compassion  of  God, 
1  LET  God  arise  in  all  his  might, 
And  put  the  troops  of  hell  to  flight; 
To  death  and  swift  destruction  given, 
Before  him  let  their  hosts  be  driven. 

2  As  smoke  that  sought  to  cloud  the  skies, 
Before  the  rising  tempest  flies; 

So  let  the  proud  be  blown  away, 
Before  that  great  and  dreadful  day. 

3  He  comes  array'd  in  burning  flames, 
Justice  and  vengeance  are  his  names; 
Behold  his  fainting  foes  expire, 
Like  melting  wax  before  the  lire. 

-l  Be  glad,  ye  saints,  and  sing  for  joy, 
The  Lord  will  all  your  foes  destroy; 
Lift  up  your  songs,  for,  lo!  he  goes 
Swift  as  the  wind  against  your  foes. 

5  Jehovah  lets  his  lightnings  fly, 

He  rides  and  thunders  thro  the  sky: 
The  just  rejoice  in  God,  and,  ah! 
The  proud  shall  know  his  name  is  Jahl 

6  The  Lord  our  heavenly  Guardian  is, 
The  poor  and  fatherless  are  his, 

In  God  the  helpless  widows  find 
An  husband  just,  a  father  kind.' 

7  He  breaks  the  captive's  heavy  chain, 
And  prisoners  see  the  light  again; 
But  they,  who  'gainst  their  God  rebell, 
Shall  long  in  chains  and  darkness  dwell. 

PSALM  68.  Part  2.  L.  M. 
The  descending  God. 
I  WHEN  Israel's  King  began  his  march, 
He  bojv'd  the  heaven's  tremendous  arch, 

Q 


176  PSALM  68. 

Down  to  the  world  he  cast  a  look, 
And  universal  nature  shook. 

2  The  lofty  hills  begin  to  move, 
Mount  Sinai  feels  the  Lord  reprove, 
The  heavens  grow  black  around  her  top 
And  at  his  awful  presence  drop. 

3  Armies  and  kings  before  his  face 
Give  up  the  war  and  flee  apace, 
The  timid  shrink,  the  brave  recoil, 
And  froward  Israel  take  the  spoil. 

4  Israel,  his  church,  was  then  his  care, 
O  God,  thou  didst  their  food  prepare, 
Confirm'd  by  thee  with  plenteous  rain, 
Thou  didst  the  weary  tribes  sustain. 

5  Great  was  thy  word,  thy  promise  stood, 
The  God  of  Israel  made  it  good; 

Great  was  the  host  that  prais'd  thy  najne, 
And  published  all  thy  deeds  of  fame, 

6  The  God  of  Zion  ever  lives, 
Nor  violates  the  word  he  gives; 
Tho  kings  against  his  saints  unite, 

Yet  they  shall  walk  with  Christ  in  white. 

7  Come  out,  ye  saints,  from  earthly  things* 
As  flies  the  dove  with  silvery  wings 
And  feathers  tipt  with  yellow  gold, 

So  let  the  world  your  flight  behold. 

PSALM  68.    Part  3.   L.  M. 
The  ascending  Savior. 

1  JESUS,  the  Lord  of  life  and  love, 
Ascends  and  takes  his  seat  above; 
Behold  his  chariots  rolling  down, 
To  bear  the  monarch  to  his  crown. 

2  Thousands  of  angels  near  his  side. 

-  In  twentv  thousand  chariots  ride,        , 


PSALM  68.  177 

The  Lord  among  them  shows  his  fate. 
As  once  at  Sinai's  holy  place. 

3  To  heaven  he  goes  in  awful  state, 
His  guards  obedient  round  him  wait; 
Attendant  angels  at  his  nod, 

Drive  on  with  their  ascending  God. 

4  He  leaves  the  world,  he  mounts  the  sky, 
Then  passing  yonder  planets  by, 
Rides  on  in  his  triumphal  ear, 

Above  the  most  exalted  star. 

5  The  heavens  their  pearly  gates  unfold, 
Adoring  throngs  of  saints  behold; 

He  bids  the  flaming  cherubs  stand, 
And  takes  his  seat  at  God's  right  hand. 

6  How  bright  the  triumph  who  can  tell, 
When  Jesus  conquer'd  death  and  hell? 
The  vanquished  troops  of  Satan  fled, 
And  capturing  foes  were  captive  led. 

7  Exalted  near  his  Father's  side, 
He  spread  his  gospel  far  and  wide, 
And  sent  his  spirit  down  to  those 

Who  dar'd  the  Prince  of  Peace  to  'oppose. 

8  Ride  on,  ride  on,  victorious  Prince, 
And  let  thy  word  the  world  convince; 
On  rebel  men  thy  gifts  besiow, 

That  God  may  dwell  on  earth  below. 

PSALM  68-    Part  4.    L.  M. 

Common  and  s/iecial  mercies. 

1  BLEST  be  the  Lord,  for  ever  blest, 
Who  gives  his  children  food  and  rest, 
Who  pours  his  blessings  from  the  skies. 
And  loads  our  days  with  rich  supplies. 

2  He  sends  his  sun  his  circuit  round. 

To  cheer  the  fruits,  to  warm  the  ground', 


178  PSALM  68. 

His  wat'ry  clouds  with  plenteous  rain, 
On  earth  their  heavenly  moisture  drain. 

3  To  God  we  mortals  owe  our  breath, 
And  all  our  near  escapes  from  death; 
Safety  and  health  to  God  belong, 

He  heals  the  weak  and  guards  the  strong. 

4  He  makes  the  world  of  man  his  care, 
And  all  his  common  blessings  share; 
But  the  wide  difference  that  remains, 
Is  enolessjoys,  or  endless  pains. 

5  The  Lord,  who  bruis'd  the  serpent's  head. 
On  all  the  serpent's  seed  shall  tread, 
The  stubborn  sinner's  hope  confound, 
And  smite  him  with  a  lasting  wound. 

6  But  his  right  hand  shall  raise  the  just 
From  the  deep  seas  or  silent  dust, 
And  bring  them  to  his  courts  above, 
There  shall  they  taste  his  special  love* 

PSALM  68.    Part  5.    L.  M. 
The  Conqueror. 

1  HEROIC  verse  becomes  our  King, 
His  deeds  of  fame,  ye  virgins,  sing, 
Let  music  lend  its  sweetest  charms, 
To  magnify  the  God  of  arms. 

2  When  Jesus  from  his  temple  goes, 

He  strews  the  way  with  slaughter'd  foes, 
The  strong  retreats,  the  victor  faints, 
Before  this  mighty  King  of  saints. 

3  Rerreating  hosts  the  Lord  pursues, 
The  Lord  in  blood  his  feet  imbrues, 
His  robes  receive  a  crimson  stain, 
Dipp'd  in  the  blood  of  millions  slain. 

4  The  Lord  confirms  the  feeble  band, 
But  drives  invaders  from  the  land; 


PSALM  69.  179 

He  brings  their  deepest  schemes  to  nought, 
But  strengthens  what  his  hands  have  wrought; 

5  Let  every  tongue,  let  every  tribe, 
Salvation  to  the  Lord  ascribe; 

He  speaks  in  thunder  roaring  loud, 
And  shows  his  strength  is  in  the  cloud. 

6  Ye  princes,  bring  your  offerings  now, 
Before  the  King  of  Zion  bow; 

He  rides  on  high,  he  rules  the  storms, 
And  wonders  for  his  church  performs. 

7  The  Lord  rebukes  and  fills  with  fear 
His  foes,  who  hold  the  glittering  spear. 
And  scatters  in  his  boundless  might 
The  men,  who  much  in  war  delight. 

8  How  glorious  from  his  holy  place, 
The  God  of  Israel  shows  his  face; 
He  gives  his  suffering  servants  rest, 
And  be  the  God  of  Israel  blest. 

PSALM  69.  Part  1.   C  M. 
The  sufferings  of  Christ  for  our  salvation, 

1  THY  son,  O  God,  in  mercy  save, 

For  mighty  waters  roll, 
With  dreadful  power  the  surging  wave 
Comes  dashing  on  my  soul. 

2  I  sink  in  trouble's  wat'ry  deep, 

How  painful  is  the  strait; 
My  longing  eyes  for  anguish  weep, 
While  for  my  God  I  wait. 
<3  More  than  mine  hairs  my  foes  increase, 
They  watch  to  do  me  wrong; 
The  men,  who  would  destroy  my  peace, 
Have  made  their  party  strong. 
4  Without  a  cause  they  me  surround 
With  insults  loud  and  gross, 
2Q 


180  PSALM  69. 

They  take  me  sweating  from  the  ground. 
And  nail  me  to  the  cross. 

5  'Twas  then  I  paid  to  justice  more 

Than  guilty  men  could  pay; 
And  did  to  penal  kw  restore 
What  sinners  took  away. 

PAUSE. 

6  Now  for  my  sake,  O  God  of  grace . 

Accept  and  save  the  meek; 
Nor  drive  the  sinners  from  thy  face, 
Who  thy  salvation  seek. 

7  'Twas  for  their  sakes  I  bore  their  grief 

And  sufferd  on  the  tree; 
They  from  my  cross  shall  find  relief, 
And  know  my  blood  is  free. 

8  Yet  when  I  stood  in  sinner's  stead, 

How  causeless  was  their  strife, 
They  pour'd  their  slanders  on  mine  head: 
And  slew  the  Prince  of  life, 

9  The  rebel  Jews  outrag'd  their  King, 

And  on  my  scepter  trod; 
But  I  sustain'd  their  rage  to  bring 
The  Gentiles  near  to  God. 

10  They  look'd  to  see  me  come  in  state, 

But  scorn'd  the  virgin's  child, 
I  sat  neglected  at  the  gate, 
And  drunkards  me  revil'd. 
]  1  I  saw  the  world  a  guilty  globe, 
I  felt  for  man's  distress, 
I  put  on  saccloth  like  a  robe, 
And  grief  became  my  dress. 
12  The  'eternal  Father  heard  me  weep, 
And  sent  salvation  down; 
-He  drew  me  from  the  dreadful  deep 
-And  rais'd  me  to  mv  crown. 


PSALM  69.  181 

13  The  trying  hour  of  my  complaint 
Has  prov'd  my  Father  kind; 
And  in  my  name  shall  every  saint 
A  sure  acceptance  find.  , 

PS\LM  69.    Part  2.    C  M. 
The  fiussion  and  exaltation  of  CV' 

1  NOW  let  us  sing  the  sacred  flood, 

And  near  the  cross  begin, 
When  Jesus  poui'd  out  all  his  blood, 
To  save  a  world  from  sin. 

2  Behold  he  sinks  beneath  our  guilt 

As  in  a  wat'ry  grave; 
The  Rock  on  which  the  church  is  built, 
Rectives  the  whelming  wave. 

3  "  O,  save  me,  Lord,  Immanuel  cries, 

O,  hear  my  voice  to  day, 
Tor  lo,  the  friend  of  sinners  dies, 
And  groans  his  life  away  I 

4  I  look  for  pity,  but  in  vain, 

My  kindred  are  my  grief, 
Deriding  foes  insult  my  pain, 

But  grant  me  no  relief. 
.'  He  doth,  say  some,  Elias  call, 

But  we  shall  answer  first, 
Then  mingling  vinegar  with  gall, 

They  mock  my  raging,  thirst. 
6  The  Lord  beheld  my  dying  woes, 

And  made  my  soul  his  care, 
His  wrath,  like  fire,  consum'd  his  foes, 

Their  table  prov'd  a  snare. 
V  Rais'd  by  his  power  above  their  aim, 

My  frown  unchurch'd  the  Jews; 
At  mywcommand  the  twelve  proclaim, 

To  Gentiles  glorious  news.'' 


182  PSALM  69. 

PSALM  69.    Part  3.  C.  M. 

The  obedience  and  death  of  Christ. 

1  FATHER,  I  sing  thy  wond'rous  grace, 

I  bless  my  Savior's  name, 
Who  bought  salvation  for  our  race, 
And  bore  the  sinner's  shame. 

2  His  deep  distress  has  rais'd  us  high, 

He  groan'd  beneath  thy  rod, 
To  bring  a  world  of  rebels  nigh, 
And  make  them  friends  with  God. 

3  His  dying  groans,  his  bleeding  wounds, 

Shall  please  the  Father  more 
Than  harp  or  trumpet's  solemn  sounds, 
Or  offerings  made  before. 

4  This  shall  his  humble  followers  see, 

And  set  their  hearts  at  rest, 
They  by  his  death  draw  near  to  thee* 
And  live  for  ever  blest. 

5  Let  heaven  and  all  the  hosts  above, 

To  God  their  voices  raise; 
While  lands  and  seas  adore  his  love. 
And  join  to  sing  his  praise. 

6  Zion  is  thine,  almighty  King, 

Thy  seed  shall  croud  her  gates, 
Thy  spirit  new  additions  bring, 
For  thine  own  Israel  waits. 

PSALM  69.    Part  1.  L.  M. 

Christ's  passion,  and  sinner* s  salvation. 

1  DEEP  in  our  hearts  let  us  record 
The  deeper  sorrows  of  our  Lord; 
Behold  the  rising  billows  roll 

To  drown  in  death  his  holy  soul. 

2  In  long  complaints  he  spends  his  breath, 
While  hosts  of  hell  and  sons  of  death, 


PSALM  G9.  183 

Conspire  with  rage  and  power  malign,* 
To  murder  with  a  curst  design. 

3  Yet,  gracious  God,  while  Jesus  bleeds, 
A  blessing  from  the  curse  proceeds; 
He  meekly  bears  thy  dreadful  rod, 
To  reconcile  the  world  to  God. 

4  What  Jesus  never  took  away, 

He  gave  thy  righteous  law  that  day, 
His  sufferings  made  thy  justice  known. 
And  paid  for  follies  not  his  own. 

5  O,  for  his  sake  our  guilt  forgive, 
And  let  the  mourning  sinner  live; 
The  Lord  will  hear  us  in  his  name, 

Nor  shall  our  hope  be  turn'd  to  shame.  4" 

PSALM  69.    Part  2.    L.  M. 
Christ's  sufferings  and  zeal. 

1  ETERNAL  God,  'twas  for  our  sake. 
Thou  didst  thy  son  an  offering  make, 
How  was  the  heart  of  Jesus  pain'd, 
What  loads  of  guilt  thy  son  sustain'd. 

2  The  Jews,  his  brethren  and  his  kin, 
Abuse  the  man,  who  checks  their  sin; 
While  in  their  gates  he  sits  forlorn, 
They  deem  him  as  an  alien  born. 

3  Zeal  for  his  Father's  injur'd  name, 
Consum'd  him  like  an  eating  flume; 
Reproaches  at  his  Father  thrown, 
The  Son  endur'd  as  if  his  own. 

4  My  Father's  house,  said  he,  was  made 
A  place  for  worship,  not  for  trade; 
But  avarice  tempts  the  sons  of  men 
To  make  his  house  a  robber's  den! 

5  Alone  he  stands  at  Pilate's  bar, 
His  following  friends  have  fled  afar; 

*  Malign,  malicious,  ill  disposed. 


184  PSALM  70. 

And  while  his  foes  by  lies  grow  strong, 
The  timid  judge  maintains  the  wrong. 

6  They  smite  him  with  a  stubborn  reed, 
And  make  his  sacred  temples  bleed, 
A  purple  robe  in  haste  they  bring, 
And  with  a  smile  proclaim  him  King. 

7  Now  they  condemn  the  man  they  hate, 
And  lead  him  forth  without  the  gate; 
Anon  they  nail  him  to  the  tree, 
There  hangs  the  man  who  dies  for  me! 

8  Lo!  from  the  tomb  the  conquerer  goes, 
Triumphing  o'er  his  vanquish'd  foes; 
The  power  that  rais'd  him  from  the  dead, 
Shall  far  his  glorious  kingdom  spread. 

PSALM    70.  C.    M. 

Calumny  deprecated. 

1  IN  haste,  O  God,  attend  my  call, 

And  hear  when  I  complain;, 
O,  let  thy  speed  prevent  my  fall, 
Thy  strength  my  soul  sustain. 

2  When  foes  insidious  wound  my  name, 

Or  dare  my  life  to  attack, 
Then  let  thine  hand  with  lasting  shame, 
Turn  the  pursuers  back. 

3  "  Come  on,  say  they,  for  we  '11  pursue, 

And  ne'er  give  up  the  chase;" 
Almighty  God,  their  power  subdue, 
And  all  their  pride  abase. 

4  Then  shall  the  saints  in  cheerful  throngs, 

Rejoice  with  one  accord; 
I  '11  join  with  them  in  lofty  songs, 
To  magnify  the  Lord. 

5  How  much  I  need  thine  heavenly  aid, 

Be  thou  my  strength  and  stay; 


PSALM  70,  7l.  185 

And  when  my  soul  is  most  afraid, 

0  Lord,  make  no  delay. 

PSALM  70.   L.   M. 

The  traduced  Christian. 

1  MAKE  haste,  O  God,  make  haste  to  save, 
Behold  my  foes  around  me  rave, 
While  each  with  keen  invention  tries 

To  blast  my  name  with  artful  lies. 

2  "  Come  on,  we'll  have  revenge,  they  say, 
We  '11  take  his  character  away, 

And  while  with  lies  we  him  pursue, 
We  '11  make  the  world  believe  them  true." 

3  O,  turn  them  backward,  Lord,  with  shame, 
Who  thus  asperse*  mine  injur'd  name, 

I  well  deserve  thine  angry  stroke, 
But  never  did  their  rage  provoke. 

4  Insulting  foes  in  vain  revile, 

For  God  and  conscience  sweetly  smile; 
And  while  they  curse  without  a  cause, 
The  virtuous  give  me  their  applause. 

5  The  joyful  saints  around  the  throne, 
Shall  magnify  the  Lord  alone; 

For  God  who  knows  their  inmost  thought 
Has  all  my  foes  to  nothing  brought. 

6  How  much,  O  God,  I  need  thine  aid, 
My  soul  is  on  thy  mercy  staid; 
Make  hast  to  .help  thy  feeble  saint, 
And  make  no  tarrying  lest  I  faint. 

PSALM  71.    Part  1.    C.    M. 

The  aged  christian. 
\  IN  thee,  my  God,  I  put  my  trus.t, 

1  plead  thy  power  to  save; 

*  To  asperse,  to  sl?.nder,  to  viljify: 


186  FSALM  71. 

Behold  I  bow  to  meet  the  dust, 
Prepare  me  for  the  grave. 
3  Be  thou  my  refuge,  strong  and  sure, 
When  hosts  ot  hell  assail; 
Thy  words  of  truth  must  long  endure, 
Thy  promise  cannot  fail. 

3  I  long  have  known  thy  holy  ways. 

And  serv'd  thee  from  my  youth, 
O  God,  my  life  from  infant  days, 
luine  hope  is  in  thy  truth. 

4  Existance  from  Jehovah  springs, 

In  God  creation  lives; 
Successive  course  to  dying  things, 
Our  heavenly  Father  gives. 

5  He  did  mine  embryo*  life  uphold^ 

Till  pulse  and  thought  began; 
And  took  me  safe  from  nature's  mold, 
The  miniaturef  of  man. 

6  'Twas  by  thy  power,  O  God  of  life, 

My  lungs  began  to  heave; 
And  while  my' lungs  maintain  their  strife, 
IVIy  cares  with  God  I  leave. 

7  Cast  me  not  off  when  hoary  hairs 

Are  seen  in  every  lock; 
Life  must  decline,  but  faith  repairs, 
To  God  my  living  Rock. 

3  The  joyful  saints  iheir  songs  shall  raise, 
If  God  my  life  prolong; 
But  death  shall  fill  my  soul  with  praise, 
And  yield  a  nobler  song. 

*  Embryo  life,  existence  before  pulsation. 

t  Miniature,  representation  in  a  small  compass 


PSALM  71.  187 

PSALM  71.    Part  2.  C.  M. 
Christ  our  strength  and  righteousness 

1  MY  Savior,  mine  almighty  Friend, 

Thy  goodness  I  'il  adore, 
I  '11  on  thy  sovreign  grace  depend. 
And  try  to  praise  thee  more. 

2  In  God  I  place  my  living  hope, 

And  since  I  knew  thy  love, 
My  faith  has  oft  enlarg'd  her  scope, 
And  wing'd  my  soul  above. 

3  I  from  my  youth  have  known  thy  name, 

And  thou  hast  blest  my  days; 
But  oft  my  soul  with  inward  shame, 
Reviews  my  devious*  ways. 

4  I  '11  march  a  pilgrim  all  the  length 

To  thy  divine  abode, 
I  '11  trust  thy  wisdom,  grace,  and  strength. 
And  try  to  keep  the  road. 

5  But  should  my  feet  thy  ways  decline, 

I  '11  on  thy  promise  rest, 
Thy  righteousness,  and  only  thine, 
Can  make  a  sinner  blest. 

6  How  will  my  lips  rejoice  to  tell, 

The  victories  of  my  King! 
My  soul  redeem'd  from  sin  and  hell, 
Shall  thy  salvation  sing. 

7  I'll  sing  the  conquest  Jesus  won, 

And  tell  the  world  his  grace; 
What  wonders  has  Immanuel  done, 
To  save  our  sinful  race! 

8  Awake,  awake,  my  tuneful  powers, 

With  this  delightful  song, 

*  Deviou?,  wanU'ring,  erring. 
R 


188  PSALM  r| 

I  'Jl  entertain  the  darkest  hours, 
Nor  think  the  season  long. 

PSALM  71.    Part  1.    L.  M. 

The  aged  christain'sfirayer  and  song.- 

1  ALMIGHTY  God,  eternal  King, 
Again  thy  dreadful  name  I  sing; 
Oft  have  I  prais'd  my  God  before, 

But  now  have  cause  to  praise  him  more. 

2  It  was  thine  hand  that  form'd  my  frame, 
From  thee,  my  God,  my  spirit  came; 
Thou  didst  my  young  existence  save, 
And  thou  shalt  guide  me  to  the  grave. 

3  Thou  wilt  regard  my  silvery  hairs, 

Thy  strength  my  tottering  frame  repairs; 
As  plants  revive  to  feel  the  dew, 
So  does  thy  grace  mine  age  renew. 

4  O,  may  thy  love  my  life  attend, 

To  cheer  my  soul,  to  bless  mine  end; 
I  could  not  live  one  gloomy  year 
Should  God  my  glory  disappear. 

5  I  would  declare  thy  power  and  truth, 
Thy  love  proclaim  to  listening  youth, 
And  well  instruct  the  rising  age, 
Before  I  quit  this  mortal  stage. 

6  When  all  mine  earthly  joys  are  fled, 
And  death  comes  hovering  'round  my  bed, 
May  Jesus  all  his  grace  display, 

And  angels  bear  my  soul  away. 

PSALM  71.    Part  2.    L.  M. 
Organic  life,  old  age,  and  death. 
I  ALMIGHTY  God,  what  power  can  scan 
Thy  wondrous  ways  with  dying  man? 
How  searchless  are  thy  mighty  deeds. 
Thy  glory  far  my  praise  exceeds. 


PSLAM    71  189 

2  When  first  Llay  in  nature's  mold, 
Thou  didst  the  germ  of  life  behold, 
And  at  the  sure  appointed  term, 

The  world  receiv'd  the  tinish'd  germ.* 

3  Born  helpless  midst  i  world  of  strife 
Thou  didst  sustain  mine  infant  life, 
When  dandling  on  my  mother's  knee, 
The  stranger  found  a  friend  in  thee. 

4  But  since  I  first  thy  grace  have  known, 
Thou  hast  unceasing  kindness  shown; 
The  hand  that  sav'd  my  soul  from  hell, 
Has  oft  restor'd  me  when  I  fell. 

5  Forsake  me  not,  O  God,  when  grey, 
But  to  my  soul  thy  love  convey, 
Encrease  ray  faith,  enflame  my  zeal, 
And  brighter  views  of  heaven  reveal. 

6  While  time  and  thought  my  temples  bleach, 
I  would  to  youth  thy  goodness  teach, 

And  leave  the  counsels  of  my  pen, 
To  guide  the  younger  sons  of  men. 

7  Now  let  the  lamp  of  life  expire, 
My  soul  enjoys  a  warmer  fire; 

Thy  love,  dear  Jesus,  cheers  mine  heart, 
For  thou  my  life  and  comfort  art. 

8  Exulting  in  thy  power  to  save 

My  faith  shall  triumph  o'er  the  grave, 
At  thy  command  I  '11  yield  my  breath, 
More  than  a  conquerer  over  death. 

9  Let  death  and  darkness  haunt  the  ground, 
Where  awful  silence  reigns  around, 

I  trust  in  Christ  my  li\ing  head, 

His  power  can  raise  me  from  the  dead. 

*  Germ,  a  sprout,  a  shoot. 


190  PSALM  72.1 

PSALM  72.  Part  1.    I(  M, 
The  kbigd o m  of  C/i  ri f  t . 

1  GREAT  God,  whose  universal' sway 
The  known  and  unknown  worlds  obey. 
The  kingdom  now  to  Jesus  give, 

In  Cnrist  let  all  the  nations  live. 

2  Thy  scepter  well  becomes  his  hands, 
All  heaven  submits  to  his  commands, 
And  all,  who  dwell  on  earth  below, 
Shall  Christ  and  his  salvation  know. 

3  In  righteousness  he  reigns  alone, 
Judgment  and  truth  support  his  throne; 
To  him  the  great  their  homage  bring, 
And  all  the  poor  proclaim  him  King. 

4  With  power  he  vindicates  the  just, 
And  treads  the  'oppressor  in  the  dust; 
His  worship  and  his  fear  shall  last, 

Till  hours,  and  years,  and  time  be  past. 

5  As  grass  receives  the  falling  shower, 
So  shall  his  word  descend  with  power; 
His  givce  on  fainting  souls  distills, 
Like  heavenly  dew  on  thirsty  hills. 

6  The  heathen  lands  that  lie  beneath 
The  shades  of  overspreading  death, 
Revive  at  his  first  dawning  light, 
And  desarts  blossom  at  the  sight. 

7  The  saints  shall  flourish  in  his  days, 
Long  as  the  moon  emits*  her  rays; 
His  kingdom  o'er  the  world  extend 
From  sea  to  sea,  and  never  end. 

8  No  more  diseases,  war.  and  dearth 
Shall  spread  destruction  o'er  this  earth; 
But  peace  and  plenty*  health  and  love, 
Descend  like  rivers  from  above. 

*  To  emit,  to  send  forth. 


PSALM  72.  191 

PSALM  72.    Part  2.    L.  M. 
Christ's  kingdom  among"  the  Gentiles. 
\  JESUS  shall  reign  where'er  the  sun 
Does  his  successive  journeys  run, 
His  kingdom  stretch  from  shore  to  shor-e, 
'Till  moons  shall  wax  and  wane  no  more. 

2  His  light  excells  the  sun  at  noon, 
His  grace  outlasts  the  silver  moon; 
And  while  his  beams  the  world  illume,* 
His  praise  shall  rise  like  sweet  perfume. 

3  To  him  shall  monarchs  tribute  bring, 
And  all  the  nations  crown  him  King; 
From  north  to  south  the  princes  meet, 
To  pay  their  homage  at  his  feet. 

4  Persia  the  proud  shall  bow  the  knee, 
And  India  his  salvation  see; 

The  savage  tribes  that  roam  the  wood 
Shall  taste  and  find  the  promise  good. 

5  To  him  the  poor  their  voices  lift, 
His  grace  accepts  the  humble  gift; 

And  men  of  wealth,  who  in  affluence  flow, 
Their  gold  and  precious  gifts  bestow. 

6  For  him  shall  endless  prayer  be  nude, 
His  gospel  shall  the  world  prevadejf 
And  men  of  every  clime  and  coast, 
Shall  make  his  righteousness  their  boast. 

7  Blessings  abound  where'er  he  reigns; 
The  joyful  prisoner  bursts  his  chains; 
The  weary  find  eternal  rest, 

And  all  the  sons  of  want  are  blest. 

8  His  power  the  rage  of  man  controls, 
His  grace  is  freedom  in  our  souls; 

*  To  illume,  to  enlighten, 
f  To  pervade,  to  pass  through. 
R  2 


192  PSALM  73. 

The  'oppressed  earth  and  subject  isles. 
Rejoice  for  ever  in  his  smiles. 

9  Where'er  he  does  himself  reveal, 

He  speaks  and  shows  las  power  to  heal. 
'Tis  in  his  blood  that  sinners  find 
A  balsam  for  the  bleeding  mind. 

10  Blest  be  the  'eternal  King  of  kings, 
His  arm  alone  does  wond'rous  things; 
His  glorious  name  o'er  earth  is  rais'd, 
Amen,  and  let  his  name  be  prais'd. 

PSALM  73.  Part  1.    C.  M. 
The  fiosficritij  of  the  wicked. 

1  MY  soul,  the  Lord  in  truth  is  good 

To  men  of  hearts  upright; 
His  ways  when  rightly  understood, 
Afford  his  saints  delight. 

2  But  as  for  me,  my  steps  declin'd, 

(How  numerous  are  my  slips) 
Against  the  Lord  my  soul  repin'd, 
I  said  with  murmuriug  lips: 

3  «  Behold  the  vain  and  worldly  wise, 

How  blest  on  earth  they  dwell, 

With  easy  steps  to  wealth  they  rise 

Nor  dread  the  thoughts  of  hell. 

4  In  vain  I  lift  mine  hands  to  pray 

And  cleanse  mine  heart  in  vain, 
For  I  'm  afflicted  all  the  day, 
The  night  renews  my  pain." 

5  But  cease,  my  soul,  this  murmuring  frame 

The  righteous  must  offend; 
Then  to  the  house  of  God  I  came, 
To  learn  the  sinners'  end. 

6  I  saw  them  climb  the  slippery  steeg, 

That  high  above  them  soars.. 


PSALM  73.  193 

Impending  o'er  the  burning  deep, 
That  loud  beneath  them  roars. 

7  Alas,  their  joys  are  all  a  dream, 
Their  greatness  dying  breath! 
For  vengeance  like  a  iiery  stream, 
Pursues  them  swift  to  death, 
f  No  more  my  suffering  sou!  shall  grieve, 
The  Lord  my  portion  is, 
He  will  at  death  the  just  receive, 
For  all  the  saints  are  his. 

PSALM  73.  Part  2.  C.  M. 
God  our  portion  here  and  hereafter. 

1  NOW  I  believe  the  Lord  is  good, 

He  has  my  fears  dispel'd; 
When  trembling  near  despair  I  stood, 
His  grace  my  soul  upheld. 

2  O'erwhelm'd  with  guilt  and  dismal  gloom., 

I  sought  his  holy  place; 
'Twas  there  I  learn'd  the  sinner's  doom, 
And  sung  restoring  grace. 

3  O,  may  his  counsels  guide  my  feet, 

Thro  life's  uneven  way, 
At  death  conduct  me  near  his  seat, 
To  dwell  in  endless  day. 

4  There  's  none,  my  soul,  in  heaven  above,, 

Nor  on  this  earthly  ball, 
So  great,  so  worthy  of  thy  love, 
As  God  mine  all  in  all. 

5  Should  nature  feel  a  general  shock, 

And  flesh  and  spirit  faint, 
God  is  my  soul's  eternal  Rock, 
The  strength  of  every  saint. 

6  The  sinner,  who  from  Jesus  flies, 

Pursues  the  world  in  vain, 


194  psalms  rs.. 

No  idol-god  can  hear  his  cries, 

Nor  ease  his  raging  pain. 
7  Then  draw  me  closer,  Lord,  to  thee^ 

O,  keep  me  near  thy  throne, 
I  would  thy  great  salvation  see, 

And  trust  in  Christ  alone. 

PSALM  73.  L.  fit 

The  prosperity  of  sinners  cursed. 

1  MY  foolish  heart  no  more  shall  sigh, 

And  at  thy  ways,  O  God,  repine, 
To  see  the  wicked  plac'd  on  high, 
In  pride  and  robes  of  honor  shine. 

2  Their  dreadful  end  is  near  at  hand, 

Thy  temple,  Lord,  inform'd  me  so^ 
On  slippery  rocks  I  see  them  stand. 
And  fiery  billows  roll  below. 

3  In  vain  they  boast  how  tall  they  rise^ 

I  '11  never  envy  them  again; 
There  they  may  stand  with  haughty  eyes, 
'Till  deep  they  plunge  in  endless  pain. 

4  Their  fancied  joys  ascend  aloft, 

As  light  as  flying  dreams  ascend; 
Their  songs  of  harmony  are  soft, 
A  pleasing  prelude  to  their  end. 

5  Now  I  their  mirth  and  wine  esteem 

Too  dear  to  purchase  with  their  fall, 
My  Savior  did  my  soul  redeem, 
And  he  *s  my  portion,  he  mine  all. 

PSALM  73.    S.  M. 

The  mystery  of  Providence  unfolded. 
\  WHAT  tho  the  virtuous  sigh, 
And  scoffers  boast  aloud, 
Yet  there  's  a  righteous  God  on  high, 
Who  will  adjudge  the  proud. 


PSALM  72.  196 

2  Behold  the  sons  of  ease, 

How  daintily  they  fare, 
Their  wealth  rolls  in  like  flowing  seas, 
And  grows  without  their  care. 

3  Their  impious  tongues  blaspheme, 

The  power  that  rules  above, 
They  make  the  word  of  life  their  theme. 
And  scoff  at  dying  love. 

4  Their  plenteous  cup  o'erflows, 

And  far  from  want  or  dearth; 
They  smiling  ask  how  Jesus  knows, 
What  men  have  done  on  earth! 

5  Their  jaw's  the  poor  devour, 

They  tread  the  needy  down; 
But  put  far  off  a  dying  hour, 

Nor  fear  Jehovah's  frown. 
0  Is  this  thy  way,  O  God? 

My  soul  in  anguish  cried, 
Must  saints  endure  thy  chastening  rod, 

While  sinners  walk  in  pride? 
7  But  lest  the  murmuring  thought, 

The  righteous  should  offend, 
Thine  house  with  anxious  steps  I  sought 

To  learn  the  sinners' end. 
•8  How  dreadful  was  the  shock, 

That  chill'd  my  vit  .1  blood, 
I  saw  them  stand  as  o     r\  rock 

High  o'er  a  burning  flood! 

9  On  what  a  slippery  steep* 

The  thoughtless  wi etches  go! 
And  O,  that  dreadful  fiery  deep, 
That  waits  their  fall  below! 

10  Lord,  at  thy  feet  I  bow, 

My  thoughts  no  more  repine, 

I  chuse  thee  for  my  portion  now, 

And  all  my  powers  are  thine. 


196  PSALM  74r. 

PSALM  7*.    Part  1.    C.  M- 
The  sanctuary  desolate. 

1  O  GOD,  why  hast  thou  cast  us  of£ 

Why  doth  thine  anger  burn? 
Shell  infidels  for  ever  scoff, 
Will  Jesus  ne'er  return? 

2  Is  not  the  church  thy  ransom'd  fold? 

Are  not  the  saints  thy  sheep? 

Remember,  Lord,  thy  flock  of  old, 

And  long  their  pastures  keep. 

3  Thy  people  are  thy  budding  rod, 

O,  let  thy  pity  melt, 
And  think  of  Zion,  mighty  God, 
Where  long  thy  glory  dwelt. 

4  Lift  up  thy  feet  and  march  in  haste^ 

Aloud  our  ruin  calls; 
See  what  a  wide  and  fearful  waste 
Is  made  within  thy  walls. 

5  Where  once  thy  people  pray'd  and  sang, 

Thy  foes  profanely  rage, 
Amid  thy  gates  their  ensigns  hang, 
And  there  their  hosts  engage. 

6  How  have  they  laid  thy  temples  low, 

And  torn  the  buildings  down, 
The  man,  who  deals  the  heaviest  blow, 
Procures  the  chief  renown. 

7  Their  tongues  in  secret  thus  exclaim, 

"  Come  let  us  fix  the  hour, 
Come  let  us  take  one  fatal  aim, 

And  saints  at  once  devour." 
3  No  prophet  speaks  with  words  benign, 

To  mitigate*  our  woes; 
The  church  has  lost  the  countersign! 

Amid  triumphant  foes. 

*  To  mitigate,  to  soften,  to  moderate 
f  Countersign,  watch-word. 


PSALM  74.  197 

PSALM  74.    Part  2.  C.  M. 
Moving  God  to  helji. 
HOW  Ions,  eternal  God,  how  long, 

Shall  fools  blaspheme  thy  name, 
Must  saints  become  their  endless  song, 

And  bear  immortal  shame. 
Why  does  the  Lord  withhold  his  hand, 

As  in  his  bosom  laid, 
O,  work  salvation  for  our  land, 

And  grant  us  needful  aid. 
What  strange  deliverance  hast  thou  wrought, 

When  by  thy  name,  I  AM, 
The  Lord  of  old  for  Jacob  fought, 

And  slew  the  sons  of  Ham. 
Thou  didst  the  raging  sea  divide 

To  give  the  feeble  flight, 
And  plung'd  the  dragons  in  the  tide, 

By  thy  resistless  might. 
Is  not  the  world  of  nature  thine. 

The  darkness  and  the  day? 
Didst  thou  not  cause  the  stars  to  shine. 

And  mark  the  sun  his  way? 
Behold  this  vast  unwieldy  ball, 

Obeys  thy  sovreign  will, 
Obsequious  seasons  at  thy  call 

Their  changing  rounds  fulfil. 
Forbid  it,  Lord,  that  feeble  dust, 

Should  dare  to  slight  thy  crown, 
Should  proudly  trample  on  the  just, 

And  tread  the  needy  down. 
Think  of  the  covenant  thou  hast  made, 

And  all  thy  words  of  love; 
Nor  let  the  birds  of  prey  invade, 

And  vex  thy  trembling  dove. 


198  PSALM  75,76- 

9  Our  foes  would  triumph  in  our  blood, 
And  make  our  lives  a  jest, 
O,  plunge  the  dragons  in  the  flood, 
And  give  thy  people  rest. 

PSALM  75.     L.  M. 

Liberty  gained  and  peace  restored. 

1  TO  God  our  cheerful  songs  we  raise, 

With  joy  the  news  of  peace  we  hear, 

His  wondrous  works  demand  our  praise, 

His  works  declare  that  God  is  near. 

2  Invading  foes  with  lofty  look, 

Did  ail  our  sons  to  slavery  doom, 
The  state  dissolv'd,  its  pillars  shook, 
And  every  mind  was  sunk  in  gloom. 

3  The  Lord  beheld  our  hope  forlorn, 

And  spake  in  language  firm  and  cool; 
u  Let  not  the  foe  lift  up  the  horn, 
Let  not  the  tyrant  play  the  fool." 

4  The  victory  never  comes  by  chance, 

Nor  do  the  winds  promotion  blow; 
Tis  God  the  Judge  doth  one  advance, 
Tis  God  that  lays  another  low. 

5  His  hand  extends  the  dreadful  cup, 

And  well  fulfills  his  just  decrees, 
To  make  the  wicked  drink  it  up, 
Wring  out  and  taste  the  bitter  lees. 

6  The  Lord  will  vindicate  the  just, 

And  while  he  tramples  on  the  proud, 
And  lays  their  honor  in  the  dust, 
Our  lips  shall  sing  his  praise  aloud. 

PSALM  76.    C.  M. 

God's  majesty  In  the  church. 
1   IN  Judah  God  of  old  was  known, 
He  made  the  ark  his  rest, 


PSALM  76.  199 

What  wonders  has  Jehovah  shown 
To  Zion  when  opprest. 
3  Eeternal  power  is  yet  the  same, 
The  saints  to  God  belong; 
His  truth  has  pledg'd  his  dreadful  name, 
To  'avenge  the  deeds  of  wrong. 

3  When  armies  take  the  bloody  field, 

If  God  in  anger  speak, 
He  breaks  the  bow,  the  sword,  the  shield, 
And  makes  the  battle  weak. 

4  In  vain  the  men  of  power  and  prey. 

Invade  our  native  soil, 
The  Lord  is  glorious  more  than  they, 
More  excellent  in  spoil. 

5  'Twas  Zion's  King,  who  with  a  breath, 

Destroy'd  triumphant  bands; 
The  men  of  might  slept  fast  in  death, 
And  never  found  their  hands. 

6  At  thy  rebuke,  O  Jacob's  God, 

Both  horse  and  chariot  fell; 
Who  knows  the  terrors  of  thy  rod? 
Thy  vengeance  who  can  tell? 

7  What  power  can  stand  before  thy  sight, 

When  once  thy  wrath  appears? 
The  blazing  heavens  grow  red  with  light, 
And  earth  adores  and  fears. 

8  When  God  in  his  own  sovreign  ways, 

Comes  down  to  save  the  'opprest, 
The  wrath  of  man  shall  work  his  praise, 
And  he  '11  restrain  the  rest. 

9  Vow  to  the  Lord  and  tribute  bring, 

Ye  princes  fear  his  frown, 
His  terror  shakes  the  proudest  king, 
Aod  cuts  an  armv  down. 
Kr  S. 


200  PSALM  77. 

10  What  can  the  power  of  princes  do,, 
When  earth  begins  to  shake? 
Jehovah  strikes  their  spirits  thro, 
And  hearts  of  monarch s  quake. 

PSALM  77.    Part  1.    C.  M. 
Melancholy  assaulting  and  hope  prevailing 
1  I  DID  to  God  my  mind  disclose, 
I  sought  his  gracious  ear, 
In  the  sad  hour  when  troubles  rose> 
And  fiird  mine  heart  with  fear. 
3  By  day  and  night  opprest  with  pain 
My  soul  refus'd  relief, 
I  thought  of  God,  and  thought  again, 
But  thoughts  increas'd  my  grief. 

3  Long  I  complain'd  and  long  opprest, 

I  bid  farewell  to  sleep, 
Afflicting  pain  prevented  rest, 
And  caus'd  mine  eyes  to  weep. 

4  Mine  overwhelming  sorrows  grew, 

Till  I  could  speak  no  more; 
Then  I  within  myseif  withdrew, 
And  call'd  thy  judgments  o'er. 

5  I  call'd  back  years  and  ancient  times,, 

When  I  beheld  his  face; 
My  spirit  search'd  for  secret  crimes^ 
That  might  withhold  his  grace. 

6  Will  God  for  ever  mark  my  sin? 

And  must  his  promise  fail? 
Has  he  his  tender  love  shut  in? 
Shall  anger  long  prevail? 

7  Forbid,  forbid  this  hopeless  thought, 

This  dark  desponding  frame, 
Think,  O  my  soul,  what  God  has  wro 
His  power  is  yet  the  same 


PSALM  77- 


201 


8  Begone  from  me,  ye  gloomy  fears, 

Be  silent  every  sigh, 
My  faith  looks  back  to  former  years, 
The  years  of  God  most  high. 

9  Great  God,  confirm  my  wavering  hope, 

And  set  thy  prisoner  free, 
So  shall  my  faith  enlarge  her  scope,    - 
And  wing  my  soul  to  thee. 

PSALM  77.    Part  2.    C  M. 
Comfort  derived  from  ancient  Providences. 

1  HOW  glorious  is  the  God  of  grace, 

The  years  of  his  right  hand, 
The  wonders  wrought  for  Israel's  race', 
Remembrance  yet  demand. 

2  I  '11  meditate  his  works  of  old, 

His  doings  I  'II  record; 
I  '11  hear  his  ancient  wonders  told, 
And  learn  to  trust  the  Lord. 

3  He  saw  the  house  of  Jacob  lie 

With  Egypt's  yoke  opprest, 
But  long  delay'd  to  hear  their  cry, 
Nor  gave  his  people  rest. 

4  Long  time  the  sons  of  Jacob  seem'd 

"Abandon'd  to  their  foes, 
At  length  his  powerful  arm  redeem'd 
His  servants  whom  he  chose. 

5  Thy  ways,  O  God,  thy  children  see, 

And  in  thy  grace  confide; 
There  is  no  God  in  heaven  but  thee, 
On  earth  there  's  none  beside. 

6  The  waters  saw  thee,  mighty  Goda 

The  waters  saw  thee  nigh, 
They  felt  the  power  that  mov'd  thy  rod, 
And  nais'd  themselves  on  high. 


202  PSALM  77. 

7  Thy  way  lay  thro  the  liquid  deep, 
Nor  turn'd  thy  foot  from  thence; 
Thy  saints  went  in  like  frighted  sheep, 
The  waves  were  their  defence. 
S  Pursuing  foes  with  sore  dismay, 
Were  troubled  at  thy  frown. 
Terrors  attend  the  glorious  way, 
That  brings  salvation  down. 

9  Thy  voice  with  terror  in  the  sound, 

Thro  clouds  and  darkness  broke, 
All  heaven  jn  lightning  shone  around, 
And  earth  was  wrapp'd  in  smoke. 

10  Thy  glittering  arrows  thro  the  skies, 

Their  rapid  courses  took, 
The  world  was  seiz'd  with  dread  surprise, 
And  trembling  nature  shook. 

1 1  Israel  emerging*  from  the  wave, 

To  God  their  voices  raise, 
They  sing  his  mighty  power  to  save, 
And  God  accepts  the  praise. 

12  He  gave  them  water  from  the  rock, 

And  safe  by  Moses  hand, 
Thro  barren  desarts  led  his  flock, 
To  Canaan's  promis'd  land. 

PSALM  77.  L.   M. 

Deliverance  from  captivity. 

1  AWAKE,  mine  active  powers  of  thought, 
Recall  to  mind  what  God  has  wrought, 
His  wonders  of  redeeming  grace, 

Made  known  to  Jacob's  chosen  race. 

2  Opprest  in  Egypt's  cruel  land, 
Recall  the  years  of  God's  right  hand, 
Think  how  he  hear'd  his  captives  sigh, 
And  prov'd  himself  the  Lord  most  high. 

*  Emerging,  coming  out  of. 


PSALM  78.  303 

3  Where  is  a  God  so  great  as  ours, 
Who  vengeance  on  the  heathen  pours! 
Behold  he  triumphs  in  his  strength, 
And  Jacob's  sons  redeems  at  length  1 

4  The  waters  saw  thee,  mighty  God, 
The  waters  saw  thy  lifted  rod! 
Afraid  of  thee,  what  could  they  do, 
But  part  to  let  thy  people  thro? 

5  Thy  voice  of  thunder  from  the  cloud, 
Proclaim'd  thine  awful  power  aloud, 
The  blazing  skies  sent  out  a  sound, 
And  horror  shook  the  trembling  ground 

6  Jehovah  lives,  let  earth  adore, 
Nor  dare  to  vex  his  people  more; 
His  justice,  like  an  arrow  goes, 
Swift  to  the  hearts  of  stubborn  foes. 

7  The  Lord,  whose  way  is  in  the  sea, 
Regards  the  captive's  humble  plea, 
Great  is  his  power,  his  work  is  strange, 
And  saints  made  free  adore  the  change. 

8  If  God  to  save  the  'opprest  intend, 
How  soon  a  Moses  he  can  send; 
An  Aaron  too  his  hand  can  raise, 
And  fill  the  poor  with  songs  of  prais^e. 

EPIPHOMENA. 

9  O  think  of  this,  ye  great  and  wise, 
Who  now  in  heart  your  slaves  despise, 
And  break  the  captive's  galling  chain, 
Lest  God  should  hear  his  soul  complain* 

PSALM  7a    Part  1.    C.  M. 

The  law  and  gosficl. 
S  "  ATTEND,  my  people,  to  my  law, 
Let  Israel  now  give  ear, 
Around  this  burning  mountain  draw,  , 
My  dreadful  voice  to  hear." 

S  2 


204  PSALM  78. 

2  Thus  spake  the  Lord,  and,  lo!  his  cloud, 

On  Sinai's  top  appeared, 
His  thunder  roar'd  tremendous  loud 
And  Moses  greatly  fear'd. 

3  Dark  were  the  ways  in  which  of  old, 

The  Lord  to  Israel  spoke; 
But  now  we  read  in  lines  of  gold, 
What  once  was  hear'd  in  smoke. 

4  Fair  as  the  sun  the  Father  glows 

In  Jesus'  smiling  face; 
The  gospel  like  a  minor*  shows, 

His  likeness  and  his  grace. 
:»  Oft  have  we  heard  our  fathers  tell, 

Nor  from  our  sons  conceal, 
How  God  to  save  the  world  from  hell, 

Did  his  own  Son  reveal. 
6  Relate  the  victory  to  your  heirs, 

That  Christ  on  Calvary  won, 
And  tell  your  sons  to  tell  to  theirs, 

The  wonders  God  has  done. 
t  So  shall  the  children  yet  unborn, 

Instruct  the  rising  youth, 
Long  as  the  words  of  life  adorn, 

The  page  of  sacred  truth. 

PSALM  78.  Part  2.  C.  M. 

The  murmuring  Israelites. 

1  HOW  oft  did  Israel  turn  astray 

And  tempt  the  Lord  most  high, 
Their  hearts  unstedfast  in  the  way, 
Indulg'd  the  murmuring  sigh. 

2  'Twas  at  the  rock  they  prov'd  him  first, 

And  thus  began  the  strife, 
"  Behold,  O  God,  we  die  for  thirst, 
We  hate  this  wandering  life." 
*  Mirror,  a  looking  glass, 


PSALM  78.  205 

3  The  Lord  display'd  his  power  supreme, 

Re  struck  the  flinty  rock, 
And  at  his  touch  a  following  stream 
Supplied  his  thirsty  flock. 

4  ■*  We  die  again,  say  they,  for  bread, 

Is  this,  O  God,  thy  grace? 

Canst  thou  for  us  a  table  spread 

In  this  abandon'd  place?" 

5  Jehovah  fed  the  murmuring  brood, 

With  kind  parental  care; 
But  while  they  liv'd  on  angel's  food, 
Thy  scorn'd  the  heavenly  fare. 

6  "  We  must,  say  they,  have  flesh  to  eat3 

We  loath  this  honied  paste; 
Bat  can  the  Lord  provide  us  meat, 
To  please  our  longing  taste?" 

7  u  You  shall  have  flesh,  the  Lord  return'd; 

Then  gave  the  winds  command, 
And  while  his  kindling  vengeance  burn'd, 
He  sent  them  quails  like  sand." 

&  Obedient  winds,  the  north  and  south, 
A  dreadful  plenty  blew: 
But  while  the  flesh  was  in  the  mouthy 
Their  chosen  sons  he  slew. 

9  Let  sinners  learn  to  trust  his  love, 

Be  thankful,  O  ye  saints, 
Nor  dare  to  vex  the  Lord  above, 
With  long  and  loud  complaints. 

10  No  more  I  '11  give  my  murmurs  vent, 

I  '11  chide  my  fretful  mind; 
Whate'er  my  lot,  I'll  be  content. 
And  own  that  God  is  kind. 


206  PSALM  7'8- 

PSALM  78.    Part  3.    C.  M. 
Luxury  punished  iviih  pestilence 
1  WHEN  Israel  sin'd  the  Lord  reprov'd, 
And  made  them  feel  his  rod; 
'Oft  they  his  tender  mercy  mov'd, 
And  oft  provok*d  their  God. 
'I  For  them  he  did  the  sea  divide, 
Below  the  waters  neap,* 
Above  he  made  the  rolling  tide 
Stand  upright  as  an  heap. 

3  A  wond'rous  pillar  mark'd  their  wayr 

Compos'd  of  shade  and  light, 
It  prov'd  a  shelt'ring  cloud  by  day, 
A  leading  fire  by  night. 

4  Jehovah  did  their  thirst  supply, 

With  water  from  the  rock. 
He  gave  commandment  to  the  sky, 
To  feed  his  famish'd  flock. 

5  The  manna  like  a  morning  dew, 

Around  their  camp  was  spread, 
He  gave  it  every  morning  new, 
And  fill'd  their  tents  with  bread. 

6  When  hungry,  first,  they  call'd  it  sweet, 

And  blest  the  rising  morn; 
But  pour'd  in  plenty  round  their  feet, 
They  loath'd  the  heavenly  corn. 

7  Is  this,  said  they,  our  only  feast, 

Amid  this  dreary  waste  I 
We  must  have  flesh  of  fowl  or  beast, 
To  please  our  longing  taste. 
S  The  Lord  reply'd,  I  '11  sate  your  lust, 
And  you  shall  know  mine  hand, 
Then  sent  them  quails  like  heaps  of  dusty 
And  feather'd  fowl  like  sand. 

*  To  neap,  to  fall  off  as  the  tides- 


PSALM  78.  207 

9  Superfluous*  heaps  of  flesh  and  flour, 
Around  those  murmurers  fell, 
Grew  putridf  on  the  fatal  hour, 
And  swept  them  down  to  hell. 
rO  When  some  are  slain  the  rest  with  tears 
Their  slaughter'd  friends  deplore; 
But  soon  forget  their  friends  and  fears, 
And  only  sin  the  more. 
II  The  Lord  chastis'd,  the  Lord  forgave, 
'Till  by  his  power  and  grace, 
The  nation  God  resolv'd  to  save, 
Possest  the  promis'd  place. 

PSALM  78.    Part  1.    L.  M. 
All  men  alike  by  nature. 

1  HOW  oft  did  murmuring  Israel  sigh, 
And  tempt  the  Lord,  who  rules  on  high; 
While  all  their  sins  before  us  pass, 

We  view  ourselves  as  in  a  glass. 

2  How  oft,  alas!  like  Jacob's  race, 
Have  we  despis'd  the  God  of  grace! 
How  oft  have  slighted  gospel  news, 
And  spurn'd  at  mercy  worse  than  Jews! 

3  What  false  and  faithless  hearts  had  they. 
Who  would  not  God,  their  King,  obey; 
But  soon  forgot  the  works  they  saw, 
And  dar'd  to  violate  his  law. 

4  The  Lord  consumed  their  years  in  pain, 
And  made  their  travels  long  and  vain; 
A  tedious  march  thro  devious  ways, 

Wore  out  their  strength  and  spent  their  days 

5  Oft  when  they  saw  their  brethren  fall, 
They  mourn'd,  and  did  on  Jesus  call; 

*  Superfluous,  unnecessary,  more  than  enough. 
f  PuUid,  rotten,  corrupt. 


208  PSALM  73. 

His  name  they  sought,  deplor'd  his  rod. 
And  cali'd  him  their  Redeemer,  God, 

6  Their  faithless  souls  vviib  feign'd  desire, 
Early  to  find  the  Lord  inquire, 

Their  tongues  perform  a  double  part, 
Nor  speak  the  meaning  of  the  heart. 

7  Yet  could  a  sovreign  God  forgive, 
The  men  who  ne'er  deserv'd  to  live; 
His  anger  oft  away  he  turn'd, 

Or  else  with  gentle  flame  it  burn'd. 
S  He  saw  their  flesh  was  weak  and  frail. 
He  saw  temptations  much  prevail, 
He  knew  they  were  but  men  at  best, 
And  led  them  to  this  promis'd  rest. 

PSALM  78.   Part  2.    L.  M- 

The  /i?'ovocation. 

i  HOW  oft  did  Israel's  stubborn  race, 
Provoke  the  'Almighty  to  his  face; 
When  with  their  lips  they  spake  aright, 
'Twas  awful  flattery  in  his  sight. 

2  The  'omniscient  God  beheld  their  crimes, 
And  Jesus  interpos'd  betimes, 
He  knew  they  were  but  sinful  clay, 
And  turn'd  his  fiercest  wrath  away. 

S  The  Lord,  his  wand'ring  tribes  upheld, 
And  yet  against  him  they  rebel'd, 
Despis'd  the  works  that  God  had  done, 
And  dar'd  to  grieve  his  Holy  One, 

4  They  saw  him  lift  his  potent*  hand, 
And  bring  them  safe  from  Egypt's  land; 
But  soon  forgot  the  captive  groan, 
And  all  his  wonders  wrought  in  Zoan. 

5  In  desart  oft  they  gave  him  pain, 
And  in  their  hearts  return 'd  again? 

•  Potent,  powerful. 


PSALM  78  209 

His  word  of  truth  they  disbeliev'd, 
And  much  his  holy  spirit  griev'd. 

PAUSE  FIRST. 

6  Known  by  his  living  name,  I  AM, 
The  Lord  came  down  to  visit  Ham, 
He  came  with  all  the  power  of  God, 
And  arm'd  his  servant  with  his  rod. 

7  His  servant  smote  the  Egyptian  flood, 
And  turn'd  their  rivers  into  blood; 
The  'oppressors  flew  the  putrid  brink, 
And  all  their  cattle  loath'd  to  drink. 

*  He  spake,  and  clouds  of  noxious*  flies, 
Grow  thick  and  darken  all  the  skies; 
In  swarms  the  locusts  'round  them  pour, 
And  all  their  choicest  fruits  devour. 

^  The  vines  and  trees  destroy'd  by  hail, 
The  harvest  and  the  vintage  fail; 
And  what  the  hail  had  left,  was  lost, 
Consum'd  by  all-destroying  frost. 

10  The  Lord  his  anger  on  them  cast, 
In  darkness  and  the  stormy  blast; 

He  gave  their  sheep,  and  all  their  flocks, 
To  hail,  and  hot  electric  shocks.f 

PAUSE    SECOND. 

1 1  The  'Almighty  gave  his  anger  vent, 
And  Death,  that  evil  angel,  sent; 
Egypt,  thy  first-born  sons  were  slain 
Before  his  pestilential  train. 

12  He  led  his  chosen  tribes  like  sheep. 
Across  the  desart,  thro  the  deep, 
Safe  in  his  hand  from  threat'ning  ill, 
They  march'd  secure  to  Zion's  hill. 

*  Noxious,  hurtful. 

Jectric  &ocks,  lightning". 


210  PSALM  78. 

13  He  brought  them  to  the  promis'd  spot, 
And  gave  them  land  by  line  and  let; 
Their  wond'ring  eyes  with  joy  beheld 
The  heathen  from  their  land  expei'd. 

14  Yet  they  provok'd  the  God  above, 
As  first  their  fathers  spurn'd  his  love, 
They  cali'd  the  God  of  promise  slack, 
And  like  a  faithless  bow  flew  back. 

15  From  every  foe  and  fear  exempt, 
They  did  the  God  of  Israel  tempt, 
And  dar'd  a  God  unseen  to  grave, 

On  stocks  and  stones  that  could  not  save, 

PAUSE    THIRD. 

16  When  God  the  sin  of  Jacob  knew, 
He  quickly  from  his  tribes  withdrew; 
But  tho  his  soul  their  ways  ahborr'd, 
He  yet  remain'd  their  faithful  Lord. 

17  He  gave  their  glory  to  their  foes, 
To  foreign  lands  the  captive  goes, 
The  youth  consume  by  wasting  fire, 
The  virgins  die,  the  priests  expire. 

18  The  tent  of  Shiloh  God  forsook, 
And  would  not  from  the  cherubs  look; 
But  mov'd  from  thence  the  9acred  ark, 
And  made  the  land  of  vision  dark. 

i9  Then  did  the  Lord  in  terror  shine, 
As  one,  who  wakes  from  sleep  or  wine; 
His  guilty  foes  retreat  for  fear, 
But  found  him  dreadful  in  their  rear. 

20  Firm  on  the  Rock  his  church  he  built, 
In  spite  of  all  the  sons  of  guilt; 
To  save  his  people  Jesus  bled, 
And  like  a  shepherd  Israel  fed 


PSALM  79.  211 

PSALM  79.  L.  M. 

Invasion. 
!  OPPRESSORS,  Lord,  a  savage  band, 
Of  impious  heathens  tame  and  wild, 
Have  dar'd  to  invade  our  peaceful  land, 
Thine  holy  temples  stand  defil'd. 

2  Far  from  our  sight  our  sons  are  driven. 

Or  fall  inglorious  on  the  plain, 
To  birds  of  prey  their  flesh  is  given, 
Ferocious*  beasts  devour  the  slain . 

3  Their  blood  like  water  freely  shed, 

Has  overflown  the  trenches  'round. 
Our  best,  our  bravest  sons  have  bled, 

And  lie  unburied  on  the  ground. 
i  Return,  O  Lord,  return  in  haste, 

Thy  vengeance  on  the  heathens  pour. 
The  men  who  lay  the  nation  waste 

O  let  thy  fiercest  wrath  devour. 

5  Why  should  our  foes  invade  our  coast, 

And  with  insulting  language  say, 
Where  is  the  God  of  whom  you  boast. 
Our  arms  alone  have  gain'd  the  day? 

6  Now  let  the  prisoner's  humble  sigh, 

Ascend  and  reach  thy  list'ning  ear; 
And  as  thy  dreadful  power  is  nigh, 
So  let  thy  gracious  help  be  near. 

7  The  saints  shall  then  in  lofty  verse, 

To  God  their  joint  hosannas  raise, 
Ages  to  come  thy  deeds  rehearse, 
And  shout  immortal  songs  of  praise. 

PSALM  79.    S.  M. 

Jerusalem  desolate. 
1  O  GOD,  an  heathen  race 

Have  dar'd  our  land  to  'invade, 

*  Ferocious,  savage,  cruel- 
T 


2 12  PSALM  79. 

They  have  defiPd  thine  holy  placet 
And  dreadful  havoc  made. 

2  Before  invaders  driven, 

Thy  servants.  Lord,  retreat, 
The  flesh  of  saints  to  vultures  given, 
Becomes  their  daily  meat. 

3  Their  blood,  like  water,  shed, 

Has  stain'd  the  smoking  ground, 
The  bodies  of  unnumber'd  dead, 
No  sepulcher  have  found, 

4  By  savage  foes  abhorr'd, 

The  name  of  saint  they  spurn; 
How  long  wilt  thou  be  wrath,  O  Lord? 

How  long  shall  anger  burn? 
■i  Remember  not  our  crimes, 

But  pard'ning  grace  bestow, 
Prevent  us  with  thy  love  betimes, 

For  t"hou  hast  brought  us  low. 

6  God  of  salvation  hear, 

Thy  speedy  help  we  crave, 
O  for  thy  glorious  name  appear, 
And  show  thy  power  to  save. 

7  Why  should  the  heathens  say, 

Ah!  where  is  Israel's  God? 
Now  in  our  sight  be  known  this  day, 
Lift  thine  avenging  rod. 

8  O,  let  the  prisoner's  sigh 

Before  thy  throne  ascend; 
Come  down  in  judgment  from  on  high, 
The  helpless  to  defend. 

9  So  we  to  bless  thy  name, 

Our  cheerful  songs  will  raise; 
Ages  unborn  shall  do  the  same, 
And  sound  abroad  thy  praise. 


PSALM  80.  213 

PSALM  80.     L.  M. 

The  church  in  mourning. 

1  GIVE  ear,  O  Shepherd,  to  thy  sheep, 
Who  didst  the  tribes  of  Israel  keep, 
And  like  a  flock  didst  Joseph  guide, 
Thro  wat'ry  deeps,  and  desarts  wide. 

2  O  thou,  who  deign'd  to  dwell  between 
The  cherubs  where  thy  face  was  seen; 
Shine  forth,  in  all  thy  glory  shine, 
With  light  and  energy  divine. 

3  To  thee  we  cry  till  nature  faints, 
Attend,  O  God,  our  sad  complaints, 
Make  haste  to  help  without  delay, 
Stir  up  thy  strength  and  come  away. 

4  How  long  shall  saints  implore  thy  grace? 
When  shall  we  s«e  thy  lovely  face? 
Descend  and  bring  thy  glory  near, 

We  shall  be  sav'd  if  God  appear, 

5  Inur'd  to  poverty  and  need, 

On  bread  of  tears  thy  people  feed, 
And  drink  instead  of  cheerful  wine, 
The  trickling  drops  of  fluid  brine. 

6  Pretended  friends  beset  our  life. 
Contentious  neighbors  love  the  strife; 
While  envious  fools,  and  laughing  foes, 
Among  themselves  deride  our  woes. 

7  Return,  O  Lord  of  hosts,  in  haste, 
Before  our  foes  have  laid  us  waste, 
Turn  us  to  thee,  thy  love  restore, 
We  shall  be  sav'd  and  sigh  no  more. 

PAUSE  FIRST. 

3  Hast  thou  not  planted  with  thine  hands, 
A  lovely  vine  in  heathen  lands? 
Did  not  thy  power  defend  it  'round, 
And  heavenly  dews  enrich  the  ground. 


214  PSALM  80- 

9  Thy  vine,  the  church,  in  beauteous  bloom, 
Spread  wide  its  boughs;  thou  mad'st  it  room? 
Thou  didst  its  wasting  strength  recruit, 
And  blest  the  nations  with  its  fruit. 

10  Above  the  hills  it  wav'd  its  head, 
Beyond  the  seas  its  branches  spread; 
Nor  pine,  nor  cedar,  tall  and  fair, 
Could  with  this  growing  vine  compare. 

1 1  But  now,  dear  Lord,  look  down  and  see 
Thy  mourning  vine,  that  lovely  tree, 
That  once  so  far  its  boughs  display'd, 
How  is  its  beauty  soon  decay'd! 

12  Behold  it  droops  beneath  thy  frown, 
How  are  its  hedges  broken  down; 
Stranger  and  foe  his  hand  employs, 
And  every  beast  the  vine  destroys. 

13  Return,  O  Lord,  return  with  speed, 
Nor  longer  let  thy  vineyard  bleed, 
Shine  forth,  O  Sun  of  glory,  shine, 
And  bless  thy  church,  this  bleeding  vine. 

14  Look  down,  O  God,  from  heaven  above, 
Visit  the  people  of  thy  love; 

Turn  us  to  thee,  thy  love  restore, 
We  shall  be  sav'd  and  sigh  no  more. 

PAUSE  SECOND. 

i5  Lord,  when  this  vine  in  Canaan  grew, 
Twasoft  reviv'd  with  heavenly  .lew; 
Thou  didst  its  swelling  buds  disclose, 
Till  the  fair  branch  of  promise  rose. 

16  Fair  branchy  ordaiuM  of  old  to  shoot, 
From  David's  stock,  from  Jacob's  root, 
Himself  a  noble  vine,  and  we 
Inferior  branches  of  the  tree. 

17  Christ  is  this  branch,  whom  thou  hast  made 
The  sinner's  heaith,  the  sinner's  shade; 


PSALM  81.  215 

Christ  is  thy  Son,  and  thou  hast  blest, 
Thy  first-born  Son  above  the  rest. 
\8  The  saints,  O  Lord,  to  thee  belong, 
For  thou  hast  made  their  surety  strong, 
Confirm'd  by  thee,  their  cause  he  won, 
And  thou  hast  own'd  him  for  thy  Son. 

19  What  if  our  languid  souls  grow  slack, 
Yet  we  from  Christ  will  ne'er  go  back; 
But  touch'd  by  love's  reviving  flame, 
We  '11  call  for  ever  on  his  name. 

20  O!  for  his  sake  attend  our  cry, 
Remit  our  sins,  our  wants  supply; 
Turn  us  to  thee,  thy  love  restore, 
We  shall  be  sav'd  and  sigh  no  more. 

PSALM  81.    Part  t  S.  M. 
Indefiendance. 

1  TO  praise  the  'eternal  King, 

Let  men  their  tongues  employ; 
Come  take  a  psalm,  the  timbrel  bring, 
And  shout  aloud  for  joy. 

2  Proclaim  the  festive  day, 

Convene  the  joyful  throng, 

On  instruments  of  music  play. 

And  cheerful  be  the  song. 

3  Blow  ye  the  trumpet,  blow, 

Begin  the  jubilee, 
Let  all  the  nations  round  us  know 
That  God  has  set  us  free. 

4  We  sing,  O  moon,  no  change, 

That  waits  thy  growing  horn; 
We  sing  phenomenon*  more  strange^ 
Behold  the  man-child  born !f 

5  The  God  of  power  and  grace, 

We  sought  with  fervent  cries, 
*  Phenomenon,  appearance. 
f  Key.  xxi.  5. 

T2 


216  PSALM  81. 

He  heard  us  from  ihe  secret  place, 
Where  all  his  thunder  lies. 

6  He  broke  the  slavish  cnain, 

That  bound  us  long  before, 
And  for  a  statute  di'  ordain, 
That  we  should  serve  no  more. 

7  As  Israel  left  the  land, 

Where  Pharaoh  reign'd  abhorr'd; 
So  we,  by  God's  supreme  command, 
Revolted  from  our  lord. 

8  Sing  glory,  sir?  aloud, 

Jehovah's  name  be  prais'd, 
WTho  has  in  wrath  ricbas'd  the  proud, 
But  saints  to  glory  rais'd. 

PSALM  81.    Part  2.    S.    \L 
God  expostulating  with  his  people. 

1  THE  God,  who  reigns  above, 

Vouch saf'd  to  talk  with  man; 
He  spake  to  Jacob  in  his  love, 
And  thus  the  word  began. 

2  "  Hear,  O  my  people,  hear, 

And  I  '11  the  truth  attest; 
Come  make  my  name  your  hope  and  fear, 
And  on  my  promise  rest. 

3  From  idols  false  and  strange, 

Preserve  my  worship  pure; 
For  I  'm  the  Lord,  who  cannot  change, 
And  your  defence  is  sure. 

4  Your  faith  and  virtue  prov'd, 

I  yet  remain  your  God; 
My  saints  from  sorrow  far  remov'd, 
Shall  bless  my  chastening  rod. 

5  But  if  the  sinner  chuse 

The  way  that  leads  to  hell, 


PSALM  52-  217 

If  he  mine  oflfei  'd  grace  refuse, 
And  love  dcsti  action  well; 

6  I  -11  let  the  rebel  go, 

And  give  the  wretch  his  course; 
For  since  he  loves  to  have  it  so, 
His  mind  I  '11  never  force. 

7  Yet  O  that  all  my  suints 

Would  listen  to  my  voice, 
I  soon  would  ease  their  sore  complaints, 
Their  hearts  should  soon  rejoice. 
3  The  word  that  from  me  goes, 
Should  swift  as  light  pursue, 
Shouid  soon  o'ertake  their  flying  foes 
And  all  their  rage  suodue. 
9  The  best  of  earthly  things, 

Should  well  supply  my  flock, 
And  they  should  tas'e  the  stream  that  springs 
From  their  eternal  Rock." 

PSALM  82.  L.  M. 
Monarchy  warned. 

1  AMONG  the  great,  who  rule  the  land, 
Does  God  our  greater  Ruler  stand, 
Fie  sees  what  earthly  monarchs  do, 
His  eyes  omniscient  look  them  thro. 

2  Monarchs  in  vain  of  greatness  dream, 
Kings  are  but  men,  and  God  supreme; 
Like  men  must  royal  sinners  die, 
And  deep  in  dust  their  glory  lie. 

3  Will  you  betray  your  sacred  trust, 
To  accerjt  the  persons  of  the  'unjust? 
Will  you  condemn  the  poor  for  gold, 
And  see  the  helpless  captive  sold? 

4  Be  just,  and  aid  the  sons  of  need, 
Be  wise  and  see  the  captive  freed. 


21$  PSALM  83. 

Defend  the  poor,  their  rights  maintain, 
And  break  the  'oppressor's  galling  chain. 

5  They  know  not,  Lord,  thine  arm  is  strong, 
But  triumph  in  the  deeds  of  wrong, 
They  shake  the  world,  with  all  their  force, 
Till  nature's  laws  are  out  of  course. 

6  And  are  you  gods,  who  thus  perform 
Destructive  wonders  in  the  storm? 
Whate'er  the  opprest  their  monarchs  call, 
Like  men  shall  impious  tyrants  fall. 

7  Arise,  almighty  King,  in  haste, 
Ere  war  has  laid  the  nations  waste; 
Command  the  peace,  erect  thy  throne, 
And  reign  eternal  and  alone. 

PSALM    83.    S.  M. 
A  complaint  against  persecution. 

1  NO  longer  silence  keep, 

Eternal  God  on  high, 
No  longer  let  thy  vengeance  sleep, 
Wnile  saints  in  bondage  sigh. 

2  Behold  what  cursed  snares 

The  sons  ot  mischief  spread, 
The  foe  with  dreadful  aim  prepares 
To  strike  his  thousands  dead. 

3  They  join  with  one  accord, 

Thy  hidden  ones  to  slay; 
Against  the  men  who  fear  the  Lord, 
They  shine  in  proud  array. 

4  They  say,  "  our  potent  hand 

Shall  drive  them  from  the  ground, 
We  '11  cut  them  off  from  every  land, 
'Till  not  a  saint  be  found." 

5  O  God,  prepare  thy  wheel, 

To  make  the  cruel  sjnai»t; 


PSALM  84.  219 

O,  may  the  sons  of  Satan  feel 
The  pains  they  love  to  'impart. 

6  Awake  thy  dreadful  ire,* 

Thy  words  of  truth  perform, 
Give  them  like  forests  to  the  fireK 
Or  stubble  to  the  storm. 

7  Their  faces  fill  with  shame, 

And  cast  the  wicked  down, 
'Till  they  return  and  seek  thy  name, 
And  tremble  at  thy  frown. 

PSALM  84.    Part  1.   L.  M. 
The  fUt  asure  of  fwblic  wors/iifi. 

1  BLEST  are  the  men,  O  Lord  of  hosts, 
Who  wait  obedient  at  thy  posts, 

Who  love  the  house  where  christians  meet5 
And  call  the  hours  of  worship  sweet. 

2  When  shall  I  join  the  sacred  throng, 
And  praise  my  Savior  in  my  song, 
With  strong  desires  my  spirit  faints 
To  meet  the  'assemblies  of  thy  saints. 

3  While  God  to  me  his  house  denies, 
To  heaven  I  send  unceasing  cries; 
My  God,  my  King,  why  should  I  be 
So  far  from  ali  ray  joys  and  thee? 

4  'Tis  there  the  sparrow  loves  to  rest, 
She  there  provides  htr  young  a  nest, 
And  will  my  God  to  sparrows  grant 
Tnat  happiness  for  which  I  pant? 

5  Blest  are  the  saints,  who  'enjoy  thy  sight, 
And  sit  on  thrones  of  dazzling  light, 
Thy  brightest  glories  shine  above, 

And  all  their  work  is  praise  and  love. 

6  Blest  are  the  men,  who  find  a  place 
Within  thine  house,  O  God  of  grace, 

*  Ire,  anger,  wrath. 


220  PSALM  84. 

There  they  behold  thy  gentler  rays, 
Thy  presence  makes  their  brightest  days. 

7  Blest  is  the  man,  who  sets  his  mind, 
The  promis'd  rest  to  seek  and  find; 
Who  passing  thro  this  vale  of  woes, 
Drinks  ot  the  spirit  as  he  goes. 

8  Blest  are  the  men,  whose  hearts  sincere? 
For  Zion's  hill  yet  persevere; 

God  is  their  strength,  and  on  the  way 
They  lean  on  their  almighty  Stay. 

9  Cheerful  they  walk  with  growing  strength, 
.Till  all  arrive  in  heaven  at  length; 

Cheerful  they  bid  adieu  to  time, 
And  join  in  worship  more  sublime.* 

PSALM  84.    Part  2.    L.  M. 
The  hafifiiness  of  serving  God. 

1  ATTEND,  O  God  of  Jacob,  now, 
While  in  the  church  thy  people  bow; 
Behold  our  shield,  display  thy  grace, 
And  look  on  Jesus'  lovely  face. 

2  Blest  are  the  men,  O  Lord  of  hosts, 
Who  wait  obedient  at  thy  posts; 
To  spend  one  day  within  thy  court, 
Exceeds  a  thousand  days  of  sport. 

3  Mierht  I  before  thy  temple  wait, 
A  mean  attendant  at  thy  gate, 

I  'd  rather  thus  with  God  abide, 
Than  sit  on  thrones  of  power  and  pride. 

4  God  is  our  sun,  he  makes  our  day, 
God  is  our  shield,  he  guards  our  way 
From  all  the  assaults  of  hell  and  sin, 
From  foes  without,  and  foes  within. 

*  Sublime,  exalted. 


TSALM  84,  221 

5  In  God  the  saints  for  ever  live, 
The  Lord  will  grace  and  glory  give; 
He  hears  his  children  when  they  cry, 
And  will  no  real  good  deny. 

6  O  Lord  of  hosts,  thy  dread  commands 
Are  known  and  kept  by  heavenly  bands, 
And  devils  at  thy  presence  flee, 

Blest  is  the  man,  who  trusts  in  thee. 

PS.VLM  84.    C.  M. 
Delight  in  divine  ivorshiji. 
i  HOW  pleasant  is  the  sacred  ground, 
Where  God  his  house  has  built, 
Where  grace  proclaims  with  joyful  sound/, 
A  pardon  for  our  guilt. 

2  While  lively  faith  the  soul  transports, 

And  love  inspires  the  song, 
Tis  heaven  in  God's  terrestrial  courts» 
To  join  the  joyful  throng. 

3  There  the  great  Monarch  of  the  skies, 

His  saving  power  display, 
And  light  breaks  in  to  cheer  our  eyes, 
T  With  kind  and  quick'ning  rays. 

4  With  his  rich  gifts  the  heavenly  Dove, 

Descends  and  fills  the  place, 
While  Christ  reveals  his  wond'rous  love, 
And  sheds  abroad  his  grace. 

5  'Tis  there  the  promis'd  Paraclete* 

A  taste  of  heaven  imparts, 
And  makes  the  work  of  grace  complete, 
By  comforting  our  hearts. 

PAUSE. 

f>  Mine  heart,  O  God,  cries  out  for  thee, 
And  thus  thy  grace  implores; 

*  Paraclete,  comforter. 


222  PSALM  84 

"  When  shalM  tread  thy  courts  and  see 
The  God  my  soui  adores? " 
7  The  sparrow  builds  herself  a  nest, 
She  loves  thy  temple  well; 
O,  make  me  like  the  sparrows  blest, 
Within  thine  house  to  dwell. 
t  To  hear  one  day  the  gospel  so'und, 
And  feel  the  heavenly  joy, 
Exceeds  the  whole  perpetual  round 
Of  pleasures  vain  and  coy. 

9  Lord,  at  thy  threshold  I  would  wait, 

While  Jesus  is  within, 
Rather  than  fill  a  throne  of  state 
Or  live  in  tents  of  sin. 

10  Could  I  the  spacious  earth  command, 

If  all  the  sea  were  mine, 
For  one  blest  hour  at  thy  right-hand, 
I  'd  freely  both  resign. 

PSALM  84.    As  the  148th. 
Longing  for  the  house  of  God. 
1  LORD  of  the  heavenly  hosts, 
How  pleasant  is  thy  court, 
How  beauteous  are  the  posts, 
That  yield  it  firm  support, 
The  sacred  spot 

Where  Jesus  dwells, 
By  far  excells 
The  sinner's  lot. 
3  Thy  sparrow  builds  her  nest, 

And  there  her  young  she  lays} 
There  fluttering  swallows  rest, 
And  spend  their  happy  days. 
My  spirit  longs 
And  even  faints, 


PSALM  84.  223 


To  meet  the  saints, 
And  join  their  songs. 

3  >Tis  at  this  sacred  pool, 

The  Lord  his  grace  bestows; 
Like  water  fresh  and  cool, 
The  'eternal  spirit  flows. 
Flow  on,  sweet  flood, 
I  love  the  brink, 
Where  sinners  drink 
A  Savior's  blood. 

4  We  go  from  strength  to  strength, 

Thro  this  dark  vale  of  tears, 
And  we  shall  meet  at  iength, 
When  Christ  our  Lord  appears. 
Heaven  is  the  place, 
Where  God  our  King, 
Shall  quickly  bring, 
His  chosen  race. 
pause. 

5  One  happy  day  to  'employ, 

Where  God  and  saints  abide, 
Affords  me  greater  joy, 
Than  half  my  life  beside. 
I  'd  rather  stand 
Before  his  gate, 
Than  live  in  state 
And  rule  the  land. 

6  God  is  our  sun  and  shield, 

Our  refuge  and  our  tower, 
Victorious  in  the  field, 

We  conquer  by  his  power. 
The  Lord  will  keep 
His  chosen  flock, 
And  like  a  rock 
Defend  his  sheep. 

V 


224  PSALM  85. 

7  The  Lord  his  people  knows, 

And  will  no  good  deny, 
His  hand  the  gift  bestows, 
When  humble  sinners  cry 
God  oft  imparts 
The  heavenly  gift, 
Before  we  lift 
To  heaven  our  hearts. 

8  O,  bless  the  ^eternal  Mind, 

Exalt  him  all  ye  meek, 
Your  weary  souls  shall  find 
The  heavenly  rest  you  setk> 
O  Lord  above, 
How  blest  is  he 
Who  trusts  in  thee, 
For  God  is  love. 

PSALM  So.    Part  1.    L.  ML 

Deliverance  begun  and  completed. 

1  ALMIGHTY  God,  thy  gracious  hand, 
Has  wrought  salvation  tor  our  land, 
And  far  dispers'd  that  heavy  gloom, 
When  war  or  slavery  seem'd  our  doom. 

2  Far  from  our  shores  our  foes  are  driven, 
Our  mumerous  sins  are  all  forgiven; 
Thou  hast  our  sous  from  bondage  freed, 
And  own'd  us  as  thy  chosen  seed. 

3  The  Lord  has  sav'd  the  sinking  state, 
Has  made  his  fiercest  wrath  to  'abate, 
Turn  us  again,  O  God,  to  thee, 

And  make  our  souls  completely  free. 
1  We  deprecate*  thy  dreadful  ire, 
No  more  let.  vengeance  burn  like  fire. 
Again  our  drooping  souls  revive, 
And  keep  our  languidf  hopes  alive. 

*  To  deprecate,  to  pray  against  evil. 

f  Languid,  faint,  weak,  feeble. 


PSALM  85.  225 

5  On  us  eternal  life  bestow, 

We  would  the  great  salvation  know, 
O  make  our  guilty  land  thy  choice, 
And  let  the  church  in  thee  rejoice. 

6  With  fervent  faith,  and  filial  fear, 
What  God  shall  say,  we  wait  to  hear; 
"  No  more,  he  saith,  to  folly  turn, 
Lest  my  vindictive  vengeance  burn!'* 

PSALM  85.    Part  2.    L.  M. 

Salvation  by  Christ. 

1  SALVATION  is  for  ever  near 

The  men,  who  make  the  Lord  their  fear; 

For  in  his  fear  they  find  his  love, 

And  raise  their  heaven-born  souls  above. 

2  The  Son  descending  from  on  high, 
Has  brought  the  great  salvation  nigh, 
Has  sav'd  our  sinking  world  from  hell, 
That  in  our  land  may  glory  dwell. 

3  With  salutation  soft  and  sweet, 
His  truth  and  mercy  kindly  meet, 
While  peace  and  righteousness  agree, 
To  set  the  ransom'd  sinner  free. 

4  Truth,  like  a  vine,  from  earth  shall  rise, 
And  spread  its  branches  toward  the  skies, 
His  righteousness  from  heaven  shall  shine, 
To  warm  the  ground,  and  bless  the  vine. 

5  Whate'er  is  good  the  Lord  shall  give, 
On  him  dependant  creatures  live; 

He  grants  them  earth,  confirms  their  lease, 
And  makes  the  land  to  yield  increase. 

6  But  greater  favor  God  bestows, 
Eternal  life  thro  Jesus  flows, 
He  never  turns  his  saints  adrift, 
To  perish  with  an  earthly  gift. 


226  PSALM  86- 

7  Jesus,  whom  heaven  and  earth  adore. 
Has  led  the  way  and  gone  before; 
Our  wand'ring  feet  no  more  shall  stray, 
But  mark  his  steps  and  keep  the  way. 

PSALM  86.  C.  M. 

Effectual  prayer. 

1  BOW  down,  O  Lord,  a  list'ning  ear, 

For  at  thy  feet  I  bow, 
Preserve  my  soul  from  every  fear, 
And  hear  thy  servant  now. 

2  Do  thou  my  sorrowing  heart  rejoice 

And  set  my  spirit  free, 
To  heaven  I  raise  my  suppliant  voice, 
I  put  my  trust  in  thee. 

3  The  Lord  is  kind  when  sinners  call, 

He  doth  their  sins  forgive; 
Low  at  his  feet  they  humbly  fall, 
•  Low  at  his  feet  they  live. 

4  Ofl  has  he  heard  my  prayer  before, 

And  sent  the  heavenly  gift; 
I  did  in  haste  his  aid  implore, 
And  his  relief  was  swift. 

5  Enccurag'd  by  his  favors  past, 

By  mercies  freely  shown, 
I  'II  seek  his  aid  while  troubles  Ia?t, 
And  make  his  wonders  known. 

6  Should  sorrow  darken  all  my  sky 

I  '11  set  mine  heart  at  rest, 
The  Lord  will  hear  my  humble  cry, 
And  make  my  sorrows  blest. 

PSALM  86.    L.  M. 

God  greater  than  j[irinccs. 
1   AMONG  the  powers  of  high  command. 
No.  power,  O  Lord,  can  stay  thy  hand, 


PSALM  87.  227 

They  neither  rule  by  right  divine, 
Nor  are  their  ways  and  works  like  thine. 

2  The  nations  thou  hast  made  shall  know 
Thy  sovreign  right  to  rule  below; 
Thy  power  shall  all  thy  foes  o'erwhelm, 
And  bring  new  subjects  to  thy  realm. 

S  Great  is  the  Lord,  his  power  alone 
Supports  the  splendor  of  his  throne; 
He  reigns  the  sovreign  King  of  kings, 
His  arm  alone  does  wond'rous  things. 

4  Teach  us,  O  Lord,  thy  perfect  way, 
And  guide  us  lest  we  turn  astray; 
Unite  our  hearts  to  fear  thy  name, 
Encrease  our  faith,  our  love  inflame. 

5  Awake,  my  soul,  tune  every  chord 
To  praise  my  Savior  and  my  Lord, 
His  love  pursu'd  me  when  I  fell, 
And  sav'd  me  from  the  brink  of  hell. 

6  The  proud  in  power  attempt  in  vain 
To  bind  the  conscience  in  their  chain; 
But  thought  is  free,  no  power  can  bind 
The  pure  volitions*  of  the  mind. 

7  The  Lord  my  Savior  strong  and  near, 
For  my  salvation  will  appear; 

If  God  be  nigh,  no  tyrant's  rod 
Can  shake  my  confidence  in  God. 

8  Show  me  some  token,  Lord,  from  thee, 
And  let  my  foes,  who  hate  me,  see, 
Thou  canst  the  powers  of  earth  control, 
And  speak  in  comfort  to  my  soul. 

PSALM  87.   Part  1.   L.  M. 
The  church  immoveable. 
1  THE  church,  O  God,  shall  ever  stand, 
The  bulwark  of  our  native  land, 

*  Volition,  the  act  of  willing. 
V  2 


228  PSALM  87. 

Established  on  the  'eternal  Rock, 
Its  solid  base  endures  the  shock. 

2  The  church  below,  and  church  above, 
Are  bui't  on  God's  unchanging  love; 
No  power  the  building  can  derange, 
For  God  the  builder  cannot  change. 

3  Outrageous  iocs  in  vain  combine, 
No  plots  the  church  can  undermine, 
United  poweis  may  cease  to  'assail, 
The  gates  of  hell  shall  ne'er  prevail. 

4  Consuming  fire,  corroding*  time! 
Destroy  the  works  of  stone  and  lirne; 
But  Zion  stands,  this  Pyramid! 
Shall  fire  and  time  defiance  bid. 

5  Almighty  God,  thy  vengeful  frown 
Has  thrown  extensive  empires  down; 
Yet  s-andsthy  church,  the  growing  pile 
Is  favor'd  with  thy  cheering  smile. 

6  Should  storms  destroy  this  mighty  speck, 
A1  itself  become  a  wreck; 

The  church  is  safe,  for  God  performs 
His  word  of  truth  amid  the  storms. 

7  Rejoice,  ye  saints,  for  Zion's  wall 

Sh       rise  when  kings  and  kingdoms  fall; 
Above  this  earth  the  church  shall  rise, 
And  stand  the  wonder  of  the  skies. 

PSALM  87.    Part  2.    L.  M. 
The  chunk  the  birthplace  of  saint s, 
1  THE  Lord's  foundation  never  moves, 
Thy  tents,  O  Jacob,  God  approves, 
But  loves  tfee  gates  of  Zion  more 
Than  all  his  dwellings  known  before. 

*  Corrodinjr,  eating-,  wasting. 
t  Pyramid,  *.  solid  pile,  a  durable  pillar  of  a  peculiar 
form. 


PSALM  88.  229 

2  His  grace  accepts  the  worship  now, 
When  houses  at  his  footstool  bow; 
But  makes  a  more  delightful  stay, 
Where  churches  meet  to  praise  and  pray. 

3  What  glories  were  describ'd  of  old, 
What  wonders  are  of  Zion  told, 
Thou  city  of  our  God  below, 

Thy  fame  shall  Tyre  and  Egypt  know. 

4  Egypt  and  Tyre  and  Greek  and  Jew, 
Shall  there  begin  their  lives  anew; 
Angels  and  men  shall  join  to  sing, 
The  hill  where  living  waters  spring. 

5  No  more  shall  Zion  seem  forlorn, 
In  her  shall  thousands  yet  be  born; 

The  Lord  most  high  the  Prince  of  Peac.?, 
Will  bless  her  gates  with  large  increase. 

6  This  man,  who  plays  the  tuneful  lyre, 
Was  born  the  first,  they  say,  at  Tyre; 
But  Zion's  friends,  with  joy,  aver,* 
He  's  born  a  second  time  in  her. 

7  When  God  makes  up  his  last  account 
Of  natives  in  his  holy  mount, 

His  heaven-born  saints  shall  rise  and  stand 
As  citizens  at  God's  right  hand. 

PSALM  88.  As  the  113. 

Loss  of  friends  and  relatives. 
1  O  GOD  of  my  salvation  hear, 
In  mercy  now  incline  thine  ear, 

From  day  to  night  my  cries  ascend, 
My  soul  with  heavy  grief  opprest, 
With  pain  and  sorrow  fills  my  breast, 
My  wasting  life  draws  near  an  end. 
*  To  aver,  to  declare,  to  affirm. 


230  PSALM  89. 

2  I  seem  as  one  whom  men  commit 
A  lifeless  prisoner  to  the  pit, 

Devoid*  of  strength  and  power  to  save, 
Among  the  lonely  tombs  I  tread, 
To  pay  my  visits  to  the  dead, 

And  hold  converse  with  every  grave. 

3  Thine  hand,  O  God,  has  laid  me  low, 
The  waves  of  sorrow  o'er  me  flow, 

In  darkness  and  the  dismal  deep; 
Lover  and  friend  are  far  away 
Sent  to  the  darksome  house  of  clay, 

While  I  survive  alone  to  weep. 

4  Wilt  thou,  my  God,  neglect  my  call? 
Ah!  who  shall  profit  by  my  fall, 

When  death  dissolves  my  mortal  frame? 
Shall  dust  and  darkness  sing  thy  praise, 
Or  shall  the  dead  in  concert  raise, 

A  living  song  to  bless  thy  name? 

5  Unknown, forgotten,  and  forlorn, 
I  cry  to  thee  before  tis  morn, 

Wilt  thou,  my  God,  forsake  my  soul? 
Thy  terrors  multiply  my  woes, 
Thy  wrath  in  surges  o'er  me  goes, 

The  tempest  roars,  the  billows  roll. 

6  Tho  time  and  grief  my  strength  con  sume, 
Yet  will  the  Lord  my  soul  illume, 

For  happier  days  await  his  saints; 
A  few  more  setting  suns  shall  see 
My  joyful  soul  return  to  thee, 

Then  cease,  my  soul,  these  sad  complaints. 
PSALM  89.    Part  1.    L.  M. 
The  covenant  made  with  Christ. 
1  FOR  ever  shall  my  song  record, 
The  truth  and  judgment  of  the  Lord; 
*  Devoid,  destitute. 


PSALM  89.  231 

Judgment  and  truth  for  ever  stand, 
Like  heaven  established  by  his  hand. 

2  Thus  to  his  Son  the  Father  spoke, 
"  My  promise  I  can  ne'er  revoke, 
Art  thou  my  Son?  then  I  '!1  fulfill 
The  counsels  of  my  sovreign  will. 

3  In  thee  shall  dying  sinners  live, 
Pardon  and  peace  are  thine  to  give, 
I  have  in  righteousness  decreed, 

In  thee  to  bless  thy  numerous  seed. 

4  Art  thou  my  Prophet?  thou  shalt  show. 
My  sovreign  will  to  men  belo'.v'; 

Art  thou  my  King?  thy  royal  throne 
Shall  stand  eternal  li  ;e  mine  own. 

5  My  word  is  pledg'd  and  slid!  not  fail, 
My  mercy  shall  thre  thee  prevail, 
And  heaven  and  earth  shall  &\  before 
I  violate  the  word  I  swo,  e. 

6  There  's  none  of  all  my  sens  ?bove, 
So  much  my  likeness  or  my  love, 
Compar'd  with  thee  not  heaven  is  fair, 
Then  what  can  earth  with  thee  compare? 

7  David,  my  servant,  whom  I  chose 
To  feed  my  flock,  to  crush  my  toes, 
And  set  the  tribes  of  Israel  iY- e, 
Was  but  a  feeble  type  of  the: ." 

8  Now  let  the  saints  rejoice  and  tell", 
How  Jesus  sav'd  the  world  from  hell, 
Angels  his  heavenly  wonders  sing, 
And  heaven  and  earth  adore  their  King. 

PSALM  89.    Part  2.    L.  M. 

Mortality  and  hope. 
1  REMEMBEPv,  Lord,  our  mortal  state, 
How  frail  is  life,  how  short  the  date; 


232  PSALM  89. 

Where  is  the  man  who  draws  his  breath, 
Safe  from  disease,  secure  from  death? 

2  To  thee,  my  God,  we  thus  complain, 

"  Why  hast  thou   nade  mankind  in  vain; 
Must  death  for  ever  live  and  rage, 
And  with  a  stroke  consume  an  age. 

3  Is  this  thy  kindness  to  the  just, 
To  send  thy  children  to  the  dust? 
Alas,  can  no  prescription*  save, 
A  dying  sufferer  from  the  gravel" 

4  Our  faith  forbids  the  murmuring  sigh, 
And  sees  the  resurrection  nigh, 

The  grave  his  prisoners  must  restore, 
And  saints  shall  rise  to  die  no  more. 

5  That  glorious  hour,  that  dreadful  day, 
Wipes  the  reproach  of  saints  away, 
Makes  every  word  of  promise  clear, 
Confirms  our  faith,  and  calms  our  fear;. 

6  Blest  be  the  Lord,  for  ever  blest, 
Who  died  to  give  his  people  rest; 
But  rose  from  death  triumphant  then, 
That  saints  might  live  with  God:  Ameft* 

PSALM  89.    Part  1.    C.  M. 
The  faithfulness  of  God. 

1  MY  never  ceasing  songs  shall  show, 

Thy  mercies,  Lord,  are  sure, 

And  make  succeeding  ages  know, 

How  firm  thy  words  endure. 

2  Thy  first  born  Son  the  covenant  seal'd, 

As  first  thy  counsel  will'd; 
And  what  the  prophets  long  reveal'd, 
Thou  hast  in  time  fulfill'd. 

*  Prescription,  medical  receipt,  cure. 


PSALM  89.  233 

3  How  long  by  David's  royal  seed, 
Was  Judah's  scepter  sway'd; 
Till  David's  Son  came  down  to  bleed, 
And  greater  grace  display 'd. 

4  Jesus,  thy  throne  shall  ever  stand, 

And  earth  in  vain  despise, 
*     The  saints  enthron'd  at  thy  right  hand 
Shall  high  in  glory  rise, 

5  Lord  God  of  hosts,  thy  wondrous  ways 

Are  sung  by  saints  above, 
And  saints  on  earth  in  feebler  lays, 
Adore  thy  wond'rous  love. 

PSALM  89.    Part  2.    CM. 
Reverential  worship.. 

1  WITH  reverence  let  the  saints  appear, 

Let  all  the  'assembly  bow, 
Great  is  the  Lord,  and  let  his  fear 
Fall  on  the  people  now. 

2  How  terrible  Jehovah  is, 

What  man  or  angel  dare, 
To  'oppose  a  creature  arm  to  his, 
Or  with  the  Lord  compare. 

3  His  word  controls  the  stormy  lake, 

And  the  more  boisterous  deep, 
At  his  command  the  billows  'wake, 
At  his  command  they  sleep. 

4  He  guides  the  passions  of  the  soul, 

When  men  in  war  engage, 
Rahab  is  under  his  control, 
He  governs  all  its  rage. 

5  Heaven,  earth  and  sea  to  God  belong, 

His  word  created  all, 
He  saves  the  weak,  subdues  the  strong. 
And  makes  the  proud  to  fall. 


234  PSALM  89. 

6  The  distant  poles,  the  north  and  south, 

Were  fashion'd  by  his  hands, 
They  take  their  orders  from  his  mouth, 
And  move  as  he  commands. 

7  Tabor  and  Hermon  know  his  voice, 

The  mountains  fear  his  frown, 
Now  in  his  name  the  hills  rejoice, 
Anon  he  casts  them  down. 

8  What  wonders  has  his  justice  done, 

How  glorious  is  his  grace! 
His  truth  and  mercy  jpin'd  in  one, 
Invite  us  near  his  face. 

PSALM  89.    Part  3.    C.  M. 
A  blessed  gosficl. 

1  BLEST  are  the  men,  who  hear  and  know 

The  gospel's  joyful  sound, 
Peace  shall  attend  their  race  below, 
And  light  their  steps  surround. 

2  The  Lord  shall  fill  their  foes  with  shame, 

And  frustrate  all  their  wiles, 

The  saints  victorious  in  his  name, 

Shall  triumph  in  his  smiles. 

3  What  tho  the  saints  appear  forlorn, 

The  children  of  the  dust; 
Yet  Israel's  God  exalts  their  l\orn, 
And  well  rewards  the  just. 

4  To  save  the  church  Jehovah  deigns 

His  arm  the  victory  gives; 
Israel,  thy  King  for  ever  reigns, 
Thy  God  for  ever  lives. 

PSALM  89.    Part  4.   C.  M. 
Christ's  mediatorial  kingdom. 
1  IN  vision  thus  the  Lord  declar'd, 
Ye  sinners,  seek  mine  aid, 


PSALM  89.  235 

Jesus  your  Savior  stands  prepaid, 
On  him  your  help  is  laid. 

2  Behold  the  man,  whom  God  appoints 

To  save  the  world  from  hell, 

His  head  my  sacred  oil  anoints, 

My  hands  support  him  well. 

3  I  give  him  David's  royal  crown, 

And  he  shall  reign  your  King, 

My  rod  shall  beat  his  rivals  down, 

My  grace  new  subjects  bring. 

4  What  tho  his  foes  with  impious  scorn, 

Deride  the  man  they  hate, 
Yet  mercy  shall  exalt  his  horn, 
And  power  defend  his  state. 

5  O'er  heaven  I  '11  give  him  high  command, 

And  spread  his  kingdom  wide, 
While  in  my  name  o'er  sea  and  land, 
He  shall  in  triumph  ride. 

6  Me  for  his  Father  he  shall  own, 

And  call  the  Lord  his  Rock, 
By  him  my  mercy  shall  be  shown, 
And  he  shall  feed  my  flock. 

7  My  first  born  Son  array'd  in  grace, 

Shall  sit  enthron'd  above, 
Beneath  him  angels  know  their  place, 
And  monarchs  seek  his  love. 

8  My  covenant  stands  for  ever  fast, 

My  promises  are  strong; 
Firm  as  the  heavens  his  throne  shall  last, 
His  seed  endure  as  long. 

PSALM  89.    Part.  5.  C.  M. 

The  covenant  of  grace  unchangeable 
1   THE  eternal  Father  has  decreed, 
A:\'\  thus  his  promise  runs, 

X 


256  PSALM  89. 

I  '11  be  the  God  of  Jesus'  seed, 

And  they  shall  be  my  sons. 
%  If  saints  offend,  the  chast'ning  rod, 

Shall  make  my  children  smart; 
But  I  '11  not  cease  to  be  their  God, 

Nor  from  my  truth  depart. 

3  My  covenant  I  will  ne'er  revoke, 

But  keep  my  grace  in  mind; 
And  what  my  love  eternal  spoke, 
Eternal  truth  shall  bind. 

4  Once  have  I  sworn,  the  solemn  oath 

Shall  firm  as  heaven  endure, 
The  covenant  stands  betwixt  us  both, 
And  every  word  is  sure. 

5  The  sun  shall  see  his  offspring  rise, 

And  spread  from  clime  to  clime, 
Long  as  he  drives  around  the  skies 
The  rolling  wheels  of  time. 

6  Sure  as  the  moon  that  rules  the  night, 

His  seed  on  earth  shall  last, 
Till  the  fixt  laws  of  shade  and  light 
Shall  be  for  ever  past. 

PSALM  89.    As  the  113. 
Life-,  death  and  the  resurrection. 
\  THINK,  mighty  God,  on  feeble  man, 
How  few  his  hours,  how  short  bis  span. 

Short  from  the  cradle  to  the  grave; 
Who  can  secure  his  vital  breath, 
Against  the  bold  demands  of  death, 
With  skill  to  fly,  or  power  to  savci 
2  Must  death  for  ever  man  invade, 
Or  was  the  race  of  mortals  made 

For  sickness,  sorrow  and  the  dusti' 
Are  not  thy  servants  day  by  day, 
Sent  to  their  graves  and  turn'd  to  clay' 
Lord,  where  's  thy  kindness  to  the  jusif 


PSALM  90.  237 

How  long,  O  Lord,  wilt  thou  forbear, 
Shall  death  his  prey  for  ever  tear, 

Nor  at  thy  dreadful  presence  fly? 
When  shall  thine  hand  redeem  his  prey, 
And  all  thy  shouting  saints  convey, 

To  happier  realms  above  the  sky? 
To  God,  my  soul,  for  comfort  look, 
Tis  written  in  his  sacred  book, 

The  grave  his  prisoners  must  restore; 
Cease,  every  murmuring  passion,  cease, 
When  Jesus  gives  his  saints  release, 

They  live  with  God  to  die  no  more. 
Jesus,  we  bless  thine  holy  name, 
Twas  by  thy  blood  the  saints  o'ercame, 

An  heir'd  an  everlasting  crown; 
Ye  saints  below,  and  saints  above, 
Join  all  to  sing  the  Savior's  love, 

Amen:  come  Jesus  quickly  down. 

PSALM  90.    Part  1.    L.  M. 
Man  mortal  and  God  eternal. 
LORD,  thou  hast  been  our  dwelling  plaqe, 
The  rest  and  refuge  of  our  race, 
Thy  name  from  generations  past, 
To  generations  yet  shall  last. 
Before  thou  gav'st  the  mountains  birth, 
Or  ever  thou  hadst  form'd  the  earth, 
Or  heaven  was  built,  or  hell  was  made, 
Thou  didst  immensity  pervade. 
Long  hadst  thou  reign'd  ere  time  began, 
Or  earth  was  fashion'd  into  man; 
And  long  thy  kingdom  shall  exist, 
When  earth  shall  disappear  like  mist. 
But  man's  weak  frame  is  slightly  built, 
Made  of  red  earth  and  stain'd  with  guilt. 


238  PSALM  90. 

Thy  dreadful  sentence,  Lord,  is 
"Return,  yc  sinners,  to  your  dust." 

5  A  thousand  years  of  man  amount 
To  scarce  a  day  in  thine  account, 
They  seem  like  yesterday  when  past, 
They  come  so  soon  and  fly  so  fast, 

6  Millions  of  ages  in  thy  sight, 

Are  like  the  watch  that  ends  the  night, 
As  idle  dreams  they  haste  away 
Before  the  swift  approaching  day. 

7  Eternal  God,  who  wast  and  art, 
Be  thou  the  portion  of  mine  heart, 
Let  all  my  thoughts  be  fixt  in  thee, 
Who  wast,  and  art,  and  art  to  be. 

PSALM  90.  Part  2.   L.  M. 

Untimely  death  bewailed. 

1  DEATH  like  an  overflowing  stream, 
Sweeps  us  away  as  in  a  dream, 

The  busy  tribes  of  flesh  and  blood, 
Are  carried  downward  with  the  flood. 

2  Our  fleeting  moments  swiftly  pass, 
The  race  of  man  is  surely  grass, 

The  scythe  of  time  with  ample  powers, 
Cuts  and  destroys  the  morning  flowers. 

3  With  piercing  groans  and  sorrows  mix.t, 
Our  age  at  seventy  years  is  fixt, 

And  if  till  eighty  death  delay, 
We  soon  depart  and  haste  away. 

4  But,  O!  how  oft  the  foe  appears, 
And  cuts  off  our  expected  j  ears; 
Infants  and  blooming  youth  are  lost, 
Like  tender  buds  by  killing  frost. 

5  Teach  us  O  Lord,  how  frail  is  man, 
And  kindly  lengthen  out  our  span; 


PSALM  90.  239 

We  would  our  hearts  to  grace  apply, 
And  count  our  moments  as  they  fly. 
6  Before  we  take  our  last  remove, 
May  we  the  term  of  life  improve; 
And  well  prepar'd  to  take  our  flight, 
Receive  us,  Lord,  to  worlds  of  light. 

PSALM  90.    Part  1.   C.  M. 
Man  frail  and  God  eternal. 

1  O  GOD,  our  help  in  ages  past, 

Our  rest,  our  dwelling  place, 
Defend  us  from  the  stormy  blast, 
And  save  us  by  thy  grace. 

2  Before  the  world  receiv'd  its  frame, 

Or  suns  or  stars  had  shone, 
Jehovah  was  thy  living  name, 
Immensity*  thy  throne. 

3  A  thousand  years  are  in  thy  sight 

As  one  short  evening  run, 
Short  as  the  watch  that  ends  the  night, 
Before  the  morning  sun. 

4  If  but  thy  slightest  anger  burn, 

All  nature  feels  the  pain, 
To  swift  destruction  men  return, 
And  mix  with  earth  again. 

5  Nations  regardless  of  thy  frown, 

Like  grass  revive  and  grow, 
Till  death  the  mower  cuts  them  down, 
And  lays  their  glory  low. 

6  Time,  like  an  overflowing  stream, 

Bears  all  its  sons  away, 
They  fly  forgotten,  as  a  dream 
Flies  at  the  dawing  day. 

*  Immensity,  boundless  space. 
X  2 


240  PSALM  90. 

7  O  God,  our  help  in  ages  past, 
Our  rest,  our  dwelling  place, 
Defend  us  from  the  stormy  blast, 
And  save  us  by  thy  grace. 

PSALM  90.    Part  2.    C.  M. 
Death  the  effect  of&in. 

1  THE  Lord  in  wrath  consumes  our  race. 

And  fills  our  hearts  with  fear; 
Our  secret  sins  before  his  face 
In  all  their  guilt  appear. 

2  As  vernal  flowers  are  nipt  by  frost, 

So  death  our  race  destroys; 
Adam  and  all  his  sons  have  lost 
Their  right  to  'immortal  joys. 

3  Life  like  a  vain  amusement  flies, 

Our  days  are  but  a  song, 
By  swift  degrees  our  nature  dies, 
Nor  can  our  time  prolong. 

4  Their  seventy  years  but  few  surmount, 

While  millions  die  in  prime; 
And  all  beyond  that  short  account. 
Is  but  the  dregs  of  time. 

5  Our  vitals  with  laborious  strife 

Support  the  tottering  load, 
And  drag  the  last  remains  of  life, 
Along  the  tiresome  road. 

6  Eternal  King,  thy  lo\e  reveal, 

And  not  thy  wrath  alone, 
Condemn'd  to  death,  our  pardon  seal, 
And  send  it  from  thy  throne. 

7  Our  souls  would  learn  the  heavenly  art, 

Our  better  life  to  save, 
That  we  may  act  the  wiser  part, 
And  live  beyond  the  grave. 


PSALM  90.  241 

PSALM  90.  Part  3.  C  M. 
Sorrowing  at  the  grave. 
i  RETURN,  O  God  of  love,  how  long 
Shall  saints  their  sorrow  vent; 
We  would  noi  call  thy  judgments  wrong; 
But  mercy  may  relent. 

2  To  man  thy  ways  indeed  are  strange, 

Mysterious  all,  but  right! 
And  can  the  God,  who  knows  no  change, 
In  sorrow  take  delight? 

3  Behold  us  weeping  at  the  grave, 

And  hear  the  mourners'  voice; 
O*  may  we  see  thy  power  to  save, 
And  in  thy  strength  rejoice. 

4  For  days  of  long  affliction  born, 

Let  mercy  now  be  had; 
And  as  we  us'd  to  sigh  and  mourn, 

So  make  thy  servants  glad. 
6  When  thy  mysterious  ways  are  known. 

Harmonious  all  agree, 
And  every  pain,  and  every  groan, 

Was  needful  then  we  see. 
f.  The  blest  agreement  of  thy  ways 

Consoles  the  sorrowing  mind, 
Our  light  affliction  love  displays, 

And  proves  that  God  is  kind. 

PSALM  90.    S.  M. 
The  frailty  and  shortness  of  life. 

1  LORD,  what  a  trifling  thing 

Is  life's  contracted  span, 
And  time  for  ever  on  the  wing, 
Destroys  the  race  of  man. 

2  Alas!  our  mortal  frame, 

That  can  no  longer  last! 


242  PSALM  91. 

The  building  scare  deserves  a  name, 
It  molders  down  so  fast. 

3  Our  house  decays  apace, 

And  soon  in  ruin  lies, 
The  rolling  sun  cuts  short  his  race, 
And  hurries  down  the  skies. 

4  Well,  since  our  hasty  days 

Must  vanish  from  our  sight, 
We  '11  spend  them  all  in  wisdom's  ways, 
And  let  them  speed  their  flight. 

5  They  '11  waft  us  sooner  o'er 

This  rough  tempestuous  deep, 
Soon  we  shall  reach  the  peaceful  shore, 
Where  saints  shall  never  weep. 

PSALM  91.    Part  1.  L.  M. 
Safety  in  public  disease  and  danger. 
i  SECURE  as  heaven  the  man  abides, 
Whose  soul  in  God  alone  confides, 
His  shadowy  wings  with  soft  embrace, 
Shall  hide  him  in  his  secret  place. 

2  His  faith  exclaims,  "  my  God,  thy  power 
Shall  be  my  fortress  and  my  tower, 

I,  who  consist  of  feeble  dust, 

Make  thine  almighty  power  my  trust." 

3  Thrice  happy  man!  thy  Maker's  care  - 
Shall  keep  thee  safe  from  Satan's  snare, 
Who  like  a  fowler  oft  betrays 
Unguarded  souls  a  thousand  ways. 

<1  As  parent  birds  defend  their  brood, 
And  well  supply  their  young  with  food; 
So  God  protects  the  just,  and  spreads 
His  heavenly  wings  above  their  heads. 

5  The  suims,  O  God,  enjoy  thine  aid, 
Not  death  can  make  their  souls  afraid; 


PSALM  91.  243 

NTor  falling  dews,  nor  flying  darts, 

Or  raise  their  fears,  or  damp  their  hearts. 

6  If  burning  beams  of  noon  conspire, 
To  dart  a  pestilential  fire, 
God  is  their  life,  no  fatal  ray 
Can  touch  his  chosen  sons  by  day. 

?  If  vapors  rise  with  midnight  mist, 
'Till  breathing  man  can  scarce  exist, 
To  God  by  nia;ht  the  saints  repair, 
Nor  feel  the  'effects  of  poison'd  air. 

PSALM  91.    Part  2.  L.  M. 
Cod  our  health  in  times  of  mortality. 

1  HAPPY  the  saints,  a  chosen  flock, 
Whose  refuge  is  the  eternal  Rock, 
Secure  in  God  no  harm  they  fear, 
Should  death  with  all  his  train  appear. 

2  When  earth  is  plagu'd  with  sore  complaints^ 
And  dying  man  for  sorrow  faints, 

For  health,  on  God  their  life,  they  call, 
And  live  when  thousands  near  them  falL 

3  A  thousand  at  their  sides  may  lie, 

At  their  right  hands  ten  thousands  die; 
But  God  his  chosen  people  saves, 
Among  the  dead,  amid  the  graves. 

4  When  Egypt  dar'd  Jehovah's  frown, 
He  sent  the  great  destroyer  down, 
But  bid  him  strike  with  careful  eye, 
And  pass  the  doors  of  Jacob  by. 

5  But  should  the  sword  commission 'd  strike, 
And  saints  and  sinners  fall  alike, 

They  fall  indeed  among  the  rest, 
But  every  pain  and  death  is  blest. 

6  The  sword,  the  pestilence  and  fire, 
Shall  but  fulfill  their  best  desire, 


244  PSALM  91. 

From  sin  and  sorrow  set  them  free, 
And  bring  thy  children,  Lord,  to  thee, 

PSALM  91.    Part3.   L.  M. 
The  saints  the  care  of  God. 

1  NO  real  evil  shall  befall 

The  saints  who  trust  in  God  for  all, 
Secure  from  death,  from  danger  free, 
They  with  their  eyes  destruction  see. 

2  If  plague  or  famine  'round  them  spread, 
Or  havoc  multiply  his  dead, 

In  health  and  peace  they  draw  their  breath, 
And  only  view  the  works  of  death. 

3  Jehovah  gives  his  angels  charge, 

"  Go  watch  my  sons  who  walk  at  large," 
And  swift  as  light  their  bands  descend, 
The  heedless  steps  of  saints  to  'attend. 

4  Intrusted  by  the  King's  commands, 
They  bear  his  children  in  their  hands, 
Lest  they  should  fall  and  breal^  bone, 
Or  dash  the  foot  against  a  stone. 

5  The  saints  shall  tread  beneath  their  feet, . 
The  lurking  foes  and  fears  they  meet, 
Nor  lion  strong,  nor  serpent  wise, 
Shall  harm  the  righteous  by  surprise. 

6  Because  on  me  my  saints  rely, 

tv  I  '11  hear,  says  God,  their  humble  cry, 
The  men,  who  know  and  love  my  name, 
I  '11  honor  here  with  earthly  fame. 

7  Long  life  is  mine  alone  to  give, 

And  long  on  earth  the  saints  shall  live, 
Ere  they  possess  the  heavenly  place, 
And  dwell  for  ever  near  my  face." 


PSALM  91.  245 

PSALM  91.   C  M. 

Angels  the  ministers  of  the  saints. 

1  YE  sons  of  men,  a  feeble  race, 

Expos'd  to  Satan's  snare, 
Come  make  the  Lord  your  dwelling  place, 
Come  trust  a  Father's  care. 

2  No  foe  shall  enter  where  you  dwell, 

Or  if  the  plague  come  nigh, 
And  sweep  the  wicked  down  to  hell, 
'Twill  raise  his  saints  on  high. 

3  He  gives  his  angels  charge  to  keep 

Your  feet  in  all  his  ways, 
To  watch  your  pillow  while  you  sleep, 
And  guard  your  happy  days. 

4  Owr  Father  knows  his  sons  are  rash 

When  left  to  walk  alone, 
His  angels  bear  them  lest  they  dash 
The  foot  against  a  stone. 

5  Tho  lions  roar,  and  serpents  hiss, 

And  dragons  fierce  engage, 
Yet  angels  guide  them  safe  to  bliss, 
In  spite  of  Satan's  rage. 

6  Thus  saith  the  Lord,  "  because  on  me 

My  children  set  their  love, 
I  will  their  great  salvation  be, 
And  bring  them  all  above. 

7  My  grace  shall  answer  when  they  call, 

In  trouble  I  Ml  be  near, 
My  power  shall  raise  them  when  they  fall, 
And  they  shall  persevere. 

8  The  saints,  who  here  my  name  have  known, 

In  heaven  shall  be  mine  heirs; 
There  my  sarvation  shall  be  shown, 
And  endless  life  be  theirs." 


246  PSALM  92* 

PSALM  92.    Part  1.    L.  M. 
A  psalm  for  the  Lord's  day. 

1  SWEET  is  the  work,  my  God,  my  King, 
To  praise  thy  name,  give  thanks  and  sing, 
To  show  thy  love  by  morning  light, 

And  talk  of  all  thy  truths  at  night. 

2  Sweet  is  the  day  of  sacred  rest, 

No  mortal  care  shall  seize  my  breast, 
O,  may  mine  heart  in  tune  be  found 
Like  David's  harp  of  solemn  sound. 

3  My  heart  shall  triumph  in  my  God, 
And  bless  his  word,  and  bless  his  rod, 
His  counsels  bright  in  glory  shine, 
His  grace  and  justice  are  divine. 

4  Fools  never  raise  their  thoughts  so  high, 
Like  brutes  they  live,  like  brutes  they  die; 
Like  grass  they  flourish  'till  his  breath 
Blast  them  in  everlasting  death. 

5  But  I  shall  share  a  glorious  part, 
When  God  has  well  refin'd  mine  heart, 
And  fresh  supplies  of  grace  are  shed 
Like  sacred  oil  to  cheer  mine  head. 

6  Sin  (my  worst  enemy  before) 

Shall  vex  mine  eyes  and  ears  no  more, 
Mine  inward  foes  shall  all  be  slain, 
Nor  Satan  break  my  peace  again. 

7  Then  shall  I  see,  and  hear,  and  know, 
All  I  desir'd  or  wish'd  below; 

And  every  power  find  sweet  employ, 
In  that  eternal  world  of  joy 

PSALM  92.  Part  2.  L.  M- 

Delight,  in  public  ivorskiji. 
1.  IT  is  a  sweet  and  pleasant  thing, 
The  praises  of  my  God  to  sing, 


PSALM  92.  247 

To  talk  of  Christ  by  day  and  night, 
Affords  the  saints  a  pure  delight. 
Begin,  my  soul,  the  cheerful  lay, 
Let  music  consecrate  the  day, 
Tune  every  note,  touch  every  chord, 
Rejoice  and  triumph  in  the  Lord. 
The  mighty  works  that  God  has  wrought, 
Are  great  beyond  the  power  of  thought, 
He  sent  his  Son  on  earth  below, 
That  sinners  might  a  Savior  know, 
I  '11  sing  my  Savior's  wond'rous  birth, 
Thy  love,  O  Jesus,  gives  me  mirth, 
An  heaven  in  thee  my  soul  enjoys* 
And  well  this  sacred  day  employs. 
But  fools,  who  let  such  wonders  pass, 
Spring  up  and  flourish  like  the  grass, 
They  spend  their  days  on  earth  like  brutes, 
And  in  thy  praise,  O  God,  are  mutes. 
In  vain  they  spring,  in  vain  they  rise, 
None  but  the  saints  are  truly  wise, 
For  God  shall  soon  destroy  his  foes, 
And  send  them  down  to  'eternal  woes. 
This  shall  the  just  with  triumph  see, 
And  flourish  like  the  'immortal  tree, 
Increasing  life  from  Christ  the  Vine, 
Shall  make  their  age  in  honor  shine. 

PSALM  92.  Part  3.    L.  M. 
The  church  is  the  garden  of  God. 
LORD,  'tis  a  pleasant  thing  to  stand, 
In  gardens  planted  by  thine  hand; 
Let  me  within  thy  church  be  seen, 
Like  a  young  ceder  fresh  and  green. 
There  grow  thy  saints  in  faith  and  love, 
Blest  with  thine  influence  from  above; 

Y 


248  PSALM  93- 

Not  Lebanon,  in  beauty  fair, 

Can  with  the  church  of  Christ  compare. 

3  As  plants  revive  by  morning  dew, 

So  shall  the  saints  their  strength  renew; 
The  God  of  grace  his  spirit  grants, 
To  nurture  well  the  growing  plants. 

4  The  plants  of  grace  shall  death  survive, 
Nature  decays  but  grace  must  thrive, 
Time  that  does  all  things  else  impair, 
Shall  make  them  flourish  strong  and  fair. 

5  His  aged  saints  the  Lord  recruits, 

And  loads  their  lives  with  choicest  fruits, 
A  vital  sap  from  Christ  the  vine, 
Makes  every  branch  in  honor  shine. 

6  The  Lord,  the  holy  just  and  true, 
Will  give  his  suffering  saints  their  due, 
And  none,  who  serve  his  gates,  shall  find 

.  A  God  unfaithful  or  unkind. 

PSALM  93.    L.  M. 

The  eternal  and  sovreign  God. 

1  JEHOVAH  reigns,  he  dwells  in  light, 
Array'd  in  robes  divinely  bright; 

The  world  created  by  his  hands, 
Firm  on  its  old  foundation  stands. 

2  But  ere  this  spacious  world  was  made, 
Or  had  its  first  foundation  laid, 
Jehovah  reign'd,  his  dazzling  throne 
A  radient*  blaze  of  glory  shone. 

3  Thy  throne,  O  God,  is  boundless  space, 
Eternity  thy  dwelling  place. 

Nature  from  thee  receiv'd  its  laws, 
Thyself  the  first  eternal  cause. 

*  Radient,  sparkling-,  bright. 


PSALM  98.  149 

4  When  ocean  roars  with  dreadful  noise, 
The  rolling  earth  maintains  its  poise; 
In  vain  the  sea  with  fury  raves, 

The  Lord  is  mightier  than  its  waves. 

5  Like  floods  the  boisterous  nations  rise, 
And  aim  their  rage  against  the  skies, 
Vain  floods,  that  aim  their  rage  so  high! 
At  thy  rebuke  the  billows  die. 

6  For  ever  shall  thy  throne  endure, 
Thy  promise  stands  for  ever  sure, 
The  holy  song,  the  sacred  ode,* 
Become  the  house  of  thine  abode. 

PSALM  93.  Second  Meter,  as  the  50th  old. 
God  is  unchangable  and  eternal. 

1  JEHOVAH  reigns  on  high  and  rules  our  globe, 
His  girdle  strength  and  majesty  his  robe; 
Cloath'd  with  the  light  he  wears  the   dazzling 

m  rays, 
His  scepter  love  that  o'er  the  world  he  sways; 
Long  stood  his  throne  ere  he  began  creation, 
And  his  own  Godhead  was  its  firm  foundation. 

2  This  wide  creation  rose  at  his  command, 
Built  by  his  word  and  fashion'd  by  his  hand, 
He  gave  to  nature  sure  establish 'd  laws, 
Himself  the  first  and  uncreated  cause, 

No  second  cause  his  plan  of  things  deranges, 
When  God  repents  his  purpose  never  changes. 

3  God  is  the  'eternal  K; ng;  his  rival  foes 

In  vain  rebell,  and  dare  his  arm  to  'oppose, 
Usurping  kings  like  swelling  floods  arise, 
And  roar  and  toss  their  rage  against  the  skies, 
Foaming  at  heaven  they  proudly  seek  promotion, 
But  heaven  in  laughter  scorns  the  lofty  notion 

*  Ode,  poem. 


250  PSALM  93. 

4  Ye  tempests  cease,  ye  monarch*  stop  the  flood, 
Nor  think  in  wrath  to  deluge  saints  in  blood, 
The  church  remains,  estabiish'd  on  the  Rock, 
Disdains  your  rage  and  nobly  bears  the  shock; 

BehoM  the  saints  when  they  appear  before  him, 
Bow  at  his  footstool  and  with  fear  adore  him. 

5  God  and  his  church  for  ever  must  exist, 
When  this  vain  world  shall  disappear  like  mist, 
Safe  stands  his  throne  amidst  the  general  wreck, 
The  burning  globe  is  in  his  view  a  speck; 

When  God  to  judge  the  guilty  world  makes  ready, 
None  but  himself  could  hold  the  balance  steady. 

PSALM  93.  Third  meter,  as  the  old  122. 
The  Lord  reigneth. 
\  JEHOVAH  reigns  alore, 
The  splendor  of  his  throne, 

Reflects  his  awful  glories  round; 
He  wears  the  rays  of  light, 
And  angels  in  his  sight 

Adore  with  awe  and  fear  profound. 

2  Upheld  by  his  command, 
The  world  awhile  must  stand, 

Its  final  end  yet  drawing  nigh; 
But  ere  this  world  was  built, 
Or  men  were  plung'd  in  guilt, 

The  God  of  nature  reign'd  on  high. 

3  In  vain  the  noisy  croud, 
Like  billows  fierce  and  loud, 

Against  his  empire  rage  and  roar; 
In  vain  the  sons  of  hate, 
On  saints  their  malice  sate* 

And  dash  like  waves  against  the  shore. 

*  To  sate,  to  satisfy,  to  glut. 


PSALM  93.  251 

%  Let  floods  and  tempests  rage, 
Let  earth  and  hell  engage, 

And  aim  at  heaven  their  swelling  tides; 
If  once  Jehovah  frown, 
The  waves  of  hell  run  down, 

And  all  the  wrath  of  man  subsides. 

5  Thy  promise,  Lord,  is  true, 
Thou  shalt  the  world  subdue, 

And  saints  to  heavenly  glory  raise; 
The  rolling  hour  draws  near, 
When  Jesus  shall  appear, 

And  all  his  subjects  shout  his  praise. 

6  Thy  kingdom  must  exist, 
When  earth  dissolves  like  mist, 

And  ether*  melts  with  fervent  heat; 
Thine  hand  shall  nature  poise, 
Amid  the  crashing  noise, 

But  feel  no  changes  near  thy  seat. 

PSALM  93.     S.  M. 

The  majesty  and  eternity  of  Christ's  kingdom. 

1  JEHOVAH  reigns  alone, 

O'er  all  the  worlds  above, 
High  on  a  bright  and  dazzling  throne, 
He  sits  array'd  in  love. 

2  He  form'd  the  earth  of  old, 

By  him  the  building  stands, 
He  doth  its  massy  bars  uphold, 
By  his  almighty  hands. 

3  The  troubled  ocean  raves 

With  tempests  loud  and  swift; 
To  heaven  the  floods  with  swelling  waves, 
On  high  their  voices  lift. 

*  Ether,  air  sublimed. 

V  2 


252  PSALM  94. 

4  But  mightier  far  than  they, 

The  Lord  subdues  their  noise, 
The  boisterous  floods  his  words  obey, 
And  earth  maintains  its  poise. 

5  Tempestuous  as  a  flood, 

In  vain  the  wicked  rise, 
To  drench  the  guilty  world  in  blood, 
And  rage  against  the  skies. 

6  If  once  Jehovah  speak, 

He  calms  the  rising  storm, 
The  strength  of  mighty  men  grows  weak5 
Their  hands  can  nought  perform. 

7  Thy  words,  O  God,  are  sure, 

Thou  shalt  the  dead  restore; 
Thy  kingdom  ever  must  endure, 
When  time  shall  be  no  more. 

PSALM  94.   Part  1.  C.  ML 
Saints  chastised  and  sinners  destroyed. 

1  VENGEANCE,  O  Lord,  to  thee  belongs, 

Proclaim  thy  wrath  aloud, 
Let  sovreign  power  redress  our  wrongs, 
Let  justice  smite  the  proud. 

2  How  long  will  sinners  love  to  'oppress, 

And  pierce  the  stranger  thro? 
They  cause  the  widow  deep  distress, 
Then  boast  of  what  they  do. 

3  They  say,  "  the  Lord  nor  sees  nor  hears," 

When  will  the  fools  be  wise; 
Can  he  be  deaf,  who  form'd  their  ears, 
Or  blind,  who  made  their  eyes? 

4  He  knows  their  impious  thoughts  are  vain, 

And  dreadful  to  devour; 
His  wrath  shall  pierce  their  souls  with  pain? 
In  some  surprising  hour. 


PSALM  94.  253 

5  But  if  thy  saints,  O  God,  provoke, 

Thou  hast  a  gentler  rod, 
Thy  providence  with  lenient*  stroke, 
Shall  bring  them  back  to  God. 

6  What  ways  will  fathers  oft  devise, 

To  quellf  a  stubborn  child; 
But  God  is  far  more  kind  and  wise, 
And  all  his  ways  are  mild. 

7  Our  heavenly  Father  oft  invites, 

And  soothes  our  growing  years; 
But  when  in  seeming  wrath  he  smites, 
His  kindness  most  appears. 
S  The  man  who  feels  the  rod  is  blest, 
What  peace  his  mind  enjoys; 
And  heaven  shall  be  his  endless  rest, 
When  God  the  world  destroys. 

PSALM  94.    Part  2.  C.   M. 
Deliverance  from  tem/Uation  and  persecution 
1  OPPREST  by  men  of  power  and  pride, 
I  sigh'd  with  solemn  pause, 

1  "  Who  will  appear  on  Zion's  side, 

Or  who  defend  her  cause?" 

2  I  scarce  had  finish'd  half  my  sigh, 

And  moan'd  my  sad  complaint, 
Ere  God  in  all  his  strength  was  nigh, 
To  help  his  feeble  saint. 

3  Had  not  the  Lord  my  Savior  felt, 

And  eas'd  my  raging  pain, 
My  soul  had  now  in  silence  dwelt, 
Among  the  thousands  slain. 

4  Alas,  my  foot,  how  fast  it  slips, 

"  My  time,  I  said,  is  past!" 

*  Lenient,  soft,  mild. 

;t  To  queU,  to  overcome,  to  subdue. 


254  PSALM  95. 

But  Jesus  heard  my  plaintive  lips, 
His  mercy  held  me  fast. 

5  O'erwhelm'd  in  deep  abyss  of  thought, 

I  could  no  rescue  find; 
But  Christ  the  great  deliverance  wrought, 
And  cheer'd  my  drooping  mind. 

6  In  vain  the  sons  of  earth  conspire, 

To  deal  out  death  by  law, 
The  saints  are  blest  amid  the  fire, 
For  God  will  ne'er  withdraw. 

7  Let  malice  vent  her  rage  aloud, 

Let  bold  blasphemers  scoff; 
The  Lord  our  God  shall  judge  the  proud, 
And  cut  the  sinners  off. 

PSALM  95.    C.  M. 

A  fisalm  before  fir ayer. 

1  COME,  let  us  join  the  'assembled  throng, 

And  in  our  God  rejoice, 
The  great  salvation  be  the  song, 
And  cheerful  every  voice. 

2  With  thanks  approach  his  awful  sight, 

And  psalms  of  honor  sing; 
The  Lord's  a  God  of  boundless  might, 
The  whole  creation's  King. 

3  Let  princes  hear,  let  angels  know 

Their  brightness  is  but  dim; 
Compar'd  with  Christ  the  Sun,  they  glow 
Like  twingling  stars  to  him! 

4  Earth,  with  its  caverns  dark  and  deep, 

Lies  in  his  spacious  hand; 
He  fixt  the  seas  what  bounds  to  keep, 
And  where  the  hills  must  stand. 

5  Come,  let  us  praise  our  living  Rock, 

Eternal  strength  is  his; 


PSALM  95.  255 

He  knows  his  sheep,  he  guides  his  flock, 
T  he  Lord  our  shepherd  is. 

6  Come,  let  us  bend  the  suppliant  knee, 

And  in  his  presence  bow; 
To  day  his  offer'd  love  is  free, 
And  all  may  seek  him  now. 

7  To  day  we  hear  the  gosp  1  news. 

Let  eveiy  heart  be  won, 
Gentiles,  alas,  are  worse  than  Jews, 
If  they  despise  the  Son! 

8  Now,  is  the  time  that  God  forbears, 

And  waits  to  make  you  blest; 
But  if  you  wiil  refuse,  he  swears 
"  You  shall  not  see  my  rest." 

PSALM  95.    S.  M. 

A  fisalm  before  sermon. 

1  COME,  let  us  sound  the  praise 

Of  our  eternal  King, 
High  as  the  heavens  our  voices  raise, 
And  hymns  of  gloiy  sing. 

2  Jehovah  is  his  name, 

He  made  the  race  of  man; 

God  is  the  pure  eternal  flame, 

Who  was  ere  time  began. 

3  O  bless  the  Lord  our  Rock, 

His  nature  cannot  change; 
God  is  the  shepherd,  we  the  flock 
That  o'er  his  pastures  range. 

4  He  form'd  the  deeps  unknown, 

He  gave  the  seas  their  bound; 
The  wat'ry  worlds  are  all  his  own, 
And  ail  the  solid  ground. 

5  Come,  let  us  humbly  kneel, 

And  bow  before  his  face; 


256  PSALM  95. 

Let  each  repenting  sinner  feel, 
The  'effusions*  of  his  grace. 

6  To  day  attend  his  voice 

Nor  dare  provoke  his  rod, 
Come,  like  the  people  of  his  choice* 
And  own  your  gracious  God. 

7  But  if  your  ears  refuse 

The  language  of  his  grace, 
And  hearts  grow  hard  like  stubborn  Jewsj 
That  unbelieving  race. 

8  The  Lord  in  vengeance  drest, 

Will  swear  with  lifted  hand, 
"  They  who  despise  my  prorrtis'd  rest, 
Shall  ne'er  possess  the  land." 

PSALM  95.    Part  1.    L.  M. 
A  psalm  after  sermon. 

1  YE  gospel  sinners,  humbly  bow 
At  Jesus  feet,  he  calls  you  now; 
With  yielding  hearts  obey  the  call, 
And  low  in  self  abatement  fall. 

2  If  you  his  voice  will  hear  to  day, 
No  more  provoke,  no  more  delay, 
Before  the  Lord  your  Maker  kneel, 
And  his  forgiving  mercy  feel. 

3  Will  you  defy  the  almighty  stroke, 
And  like  the  Jews  the  Lord  provoke, 
When  they  Lis  works  of  wonder  saw, 
And  forty  years  transgress'd  his  law. 

4  Alas,  your  hearts,  indeed,  are  hard, 
If  you  the  Savior  disregard! 
Gentiles,  who  slight  the  gospel  news, 
Insult  his  patience  more  than  Jews. 

*  Effusions,  copious  out  pouring1, 


PSALM  95.  257 

5  O  for  an  overcoming  shock, 

To  pierce  and  soften  hearts  of  rock; 
To  take  from  man  the  heart  of  flint, 
And  on  his  soul  the  law  to  print. 

6  Let  power  and  grace  from  heaven  descend, 
Let  every  knee  to  Jesus  bend, 

Great  God,  the  work  is  all  thine  own, 
To  make  the  friend  of  sinners  known. 

PSALM  95.    Part  %    L.  M. 
Delaying  sinners  warned. 

1  COME,  let  our  voices  join  to  raise, 
A  sacred  song  of  solemn  praise; 
God  is  a  sovreign  King;  rehearse 
His  honors  in  exalted  verse. 

2  Come,  let  our  souls  the  Lord  address, 
And  God  our  great  Creator  bless; 
God  is  our  shepherd,  God  our  rock, 
And  we  his  people,  we  his  flock. 

3  Come,  let  us  all  before  him  kneel, 
His  grace  let  every  sinner  feel, 
To  day  repent,  to  day  believe, _ 
Nor  Israel  like  his  spirit  grieve. 

4  Israel  his  wond'rous  works  beheld, 
And  yet  for  forty  years  rebell'd; 

The  faithless  brood,  the  murmuring  race, 
His  patience  tir'd,  and  spurn'd  his  grace. 

5  Thus  saith  the  Lord,  "  how  false  they  prove, 
How  soon  my  jealousy  they  move! 

Since  they  provoke,  while  I  forbear, 
They  shall  not  see  my  rest  I  swear." 

6  Look  back,  my  soul,  with  holy  dread, 
And  view  those  ancient  rebels  dead, 
Attend  the  proffer'd  grace  to  day, 
Nor  lose  the  blessings  by  delay. 


258  PSALM  96. 

7  Seize  the  kind  promise  while  it  waits, 
And  march  to  Zion's  heavenly  gates; 
Believe,  and  take  the  promis'd  rest, 
Obey,  and  be  for  evtr  blest. 

PSALM  96.    C.  M. 

Christ's  first  and  second  coming. 

1  SING  to  the  Lord,  ye  distant  lands, 

To  God  your  tribes  belong, 
His  new  discover'd  grace  demands 
A  new  and  noble  song. 

2  Say  to  the  nations,  Jesus  reigns, 

The  pleasing  wonder  show, 
Behold  the  Lord  in  mercy  deigns 
To  dwell  with  men  below.    *  v 

3  Ye  heavens,  proclaim  the  glorious  morn, 

Let  angels  sweetly  sing, 
To  day  the  Prince  of  Peace  is  born, 
Salvation  to  the  King. 

4  The  joyous  earth,  and  bending  skies, 

Display  his  glorious  train; 
Ye  mountains  sink,  ye  vallies  rise, 
Behold  he  comes  again. 

5  Behold  he  comes  with  power  divine, 

To  bless  us  from  above, 
Honor  and  strength  around  him  shine, 
And  in  his  heart  is  love. 

6  His  voice  shall  raise  the  slumb'ring  dead. 

The  saints  with  joy  shall  hear; 
But  how  will  guilty  nations  dread 
To  see  their  Judge  appear. 

PSALM  96.    S.  M. 

The  King  of  nations. 
I   JESUS  the  Lord  is  King, 
Your  Lord  and  King  adore > 


PSALM  96.  259 

Mortals  give  thanks,  rejoice  and  sing, 
And  triumph  evermore. 

2  The  wonders  God  has  done, 

Let  ransom'd  sinners  tell, 
He  from  his  bosom  sent  his  Son, 
To  save  his  foes  from  hell. 

3  Jesus  our  Savior  is, 

He  doth  the  nations  woo, 
Honor  and  power  and  strength  are  his, 
And  grace  and  beauty  too. 

4  Give  to  his  sacred  name, 

Ye  saints  of  every  tribe, 
Give  to  the  Lord  immortal  fame, 
And  endless  praise  ascribe. 

5  Say  to  the  heathen  race, 

"  Jehovah  reigns  above, 
Come  taste  the  sweetness  of  his  grace, 
And  know  that  God  is  love. 

6  Why  will  you  worship  stone, 

Or  bow  before  a  stock? 
Jehovah  is  the  Lord  alone, 
Our  everlasting  Rock." 

7  Let  heaven  and  earth  and  sea, 

Unite  with  lofty  voice, 
Let  every  field  and  every  tree 
Before  the  Lord  rejoice. 

8  He  comes  array'd  in  light, 

And  glory  crowns  his  head, 
He  comes  in  truth  to  judge  aright, 
And  raise  the  slumb'ring  dead. 

PSALM  96.  L.    M. 
The  Sovreign  of  the  universe. 
1   SING  to  the  Lord  the  sovreign  King, 
Let  all  the  world  his  honor  sing, 
z 


260  PSALM  97 

Let  every  tongue  and  every  tribe 
Salvation  to  the  Lord  ascribe. 

2  Mortals,  your  noblest  songs  prepare, 
The  wond'rous  works  of  God  declare; 
To  God  the  praise  of  earth  belongs, 
His  love  demands  our  newest  songs. 

3  Great  is  the  Lord,  and  must  be  prais'd* 
He  built  the  stars,  the  heavens  he  rais'd, 
He  spake,  and  earth,  a  wond'rous  frame, 
At  his  almighty  fiat  came. 

4  The  heathen  gods  are  wood  and  stone, 
Jehovah  is  the  Lord  alone, 

Honor  and  grace  around  him  shine, 
With  strength  and  majesty  divine. 

5  His  word  and  promises  are  true, 
~Give  to  his  name  the  glory  due, 

Low  in  his  sacred  presence  bow, 

And  bring  your  thankful  offerings  now. 

6  Let  sinners  hear,  let  mortals  know, 
The  Lord  sustains  the  world  below, 
The  Judge  of  all,  ye  heavens,  adore, 
Let  earth  be  still  and  ocean  roar. 

7  Ye  floods  rejoice,  ye  trees  be  glad, 
In  nature's  beauteous  garments  clad, 
In  all  your  graceful  forms  appear, 
Behold  the  Lord,  the  Savior  near. 

8  Behold  he  comes  array'd  in  light, 
He  comes  to  judge  the  world  aright; 
He  blows  his  trumpet  sounding  far, 
And  calls  the  nations  to  his  bar. 

PSALM  97.  As  the  Hoth. 
The  God  of  the  Gentiles. 
1   JEHOVAH  reigns,  let  earth  rejoice, 
Let  every  mortal  tune  his  voice, 


PSALM  97.  26  1 

And  in  sweet  concert  gladly  sing, 
Be  glad,  O  sea,  ye  numerous  isles, 
Exult  in  his  paternal  smiles, 

Praise  ye  the  Lord,  your  sovreign  King. 
Jehovah  reigns,  he  reigns  alone, 
Justice  and  truth  support  his  throne, 

Like  pillars  in  his  courts  above; 
Mysterious  as  his  ways  appear, 
When  clouds  and  darkness  raise  our  fear, 

His  ways  are  everlasting  love. 
Consuming  fire  before  him  burns, 
His  hand  against  his  foes  he  turns, 

Their  courage  fails,  their  nerves  relax; 
He  makes  the  heavens  a  stream  of  light, 
The  world  is  seiz'd  with  sore  affright, 

And  lofty  hills  dissolve  like  wax. 
His  righteousness  the  heavens  declare, 
In  silent  awe  the  heathens  stare, 

Nor  can  the  hidden  cause  explain; 
When  darkness  overwhelms  the  sun, 
Or  thro  the  skies  his  streamers*  run, 

They  seek  to  molten  gods  in  vain. 
Thy  ways,  O  Lord,  our  songs  employ, 
And  Zion's  daughters  sing  for  joy, 

They  love  to  hear  thy  thunders  roll; 
Let  vice  be  shun'd  and  sin  abhorr'd 
By  those  who  love  and  serve  the  Lord, 

For  God  approves  the  righteous  soul. 
In  Zion,  Lord,  thy  ways  are  known, 
There  light  is  for  the  righteous  sown, 

The  seeds  of  grace  luxuriant!  thrive; 
O,  may  thy  saints  an  harvest  see, 
Let  every  heart  rejoice  in  thee, 

And  Zion  in  thy  smiles  revive. 
*  Streamers,  northern  lights, 
f  Luxuriant,  very  plenteous. 


262  PSALM  97- 

PSALM  97.    Part  1.    L.  M. 

Christ  coming  to  judgment. 

1  HE  reigns,  the  Lord  the  Savior  reigns, 
Praise  him  in  evangelic  strains, 

Let  every  tongue,  let  every  voice, 
In  his  salvation  now  rejoice. 

2  Begin  the  song,  celestial  band, 

And  praise  the  King  at  God's  right-hand; 
Ye  heavens  adore  the  'eterna:  Son, 
Thro  heaven  and  earth  his  will  is  done. 

3  Rejoice,  O  earth,  let  mortals  try 
To  'assist  the  concert  in  the  sky; 
Ye  distant  lands,  ye  numerous  isles, 
Exult  and  triumph  in  his  smites. 

4  Deep  are  his  counsels  and  unknown, 
But  grace  and  truth  support  his  throne; 
Tho  gloomy  clouds  his  way  surround, 
Yet  justice  with  the  Lord  is  found. 

5  For  judgment,  lo!  the  heavens  he  leaves, 
Shakes  the  wide  earth,  the  tombs  he  cleaves, 
Before  him  burns  devouring  fire, 

The  mountains  melt,  the  seas  retire. 

6  The  guilty  world  with  wonder  see, 
The  man,  who  bore  the  shameful  tree, 
And  while  the  living  die  with  fear, 
The  dead  his  awful  mandates*  hear. 

7  His  enemies  with  sore  dismay, 
Attempt  in  vain  to  shun  the  day, 

The  man  whom  once  their  souls  abhorr'd, 
They  now  behold  and  own  him  Lord. 

8  Lift  up  your  heads,  ye  saints,  on  high, 
Ar.d  sing  the  blest  Redeemer  nigh; 
Ye  ransom'd  souls  in  rapture  sing, 
He  comes  to  reign  for  ever  King. 

*  Mandates,  commands. 


PSALM  97.  263 

PALM   97.    Part  2.  L.  M. 

Christmas. 

i  WELCOME  the  fair  auspicious  morn, 
To  day  the  Prince  of  Peace  is  born, 
Let  earth  rejoice  with  heavenly  mirth, 
And  sing  the  great  Redeemer's  birth. 

2  AH  ye  bright  armies  of  the  skies, 
Go  worship  where  the  Savior  lies; 
Angels  before  Immanuel  bow, 
Adore  the  God  incarnate  now. 

3  Ye  humble  9\vains,  proclaim  the  news, 
Announce  the  Savior  to  the  Jews, 
Say  what  you  saw,  and  how  you  fear'd. 
And  tell  the  vision  that  appear'd. 

4  Led  by  the  sure  directing  star, 
Behold  the  wise  men  from  afar, 
With  hasty  feet,  and  strong  desire, 
For  this  immortal  King  inquire. 

5  The  delphic*  oracle  stands  mute, 
The  lying  voice,  his  lips  confute, 

He  strikes  the  powers  of  darkness  dumb, 
And  Satan  holds  beneath  his  thumb. 

6  Let  idols  totter  to  the  ground, 

And  their  own  worshippers  confound; 

But  let  the  church  his  glories  sing, 

And  heaven  and  earth  proclaim  him  King. 

*  Delphic,  from  Delphi,  a  city  of  Phocis  in  Greece, 
seated  on  the  hill  Pernassus,  where  was  the  oracle  of 
Apollo,  hence  called  the  Delphic  oracle.  Before  the 
birth  of  Christ  answers  were  received  trom  this  oracle, 
but  since  that  time  it  has  remained  silent.  Confounded 
be  all  they  that  serve  graven  images,  that  boast  them- 
selves of  idols;  worship  him,  all  ye  gods. 
Z  2 


264  PSALM  9JP, 

PSALM  97.   Part  3.  L.  M. 

Grace  and  glory. 

1  THE  Almighty  reigns  exalted  high, 
Let  sinners  fear,  let  tyrants  sigh, 
The  days  of  vengeance  must  be  had, 
Rejoice  O  earth,  ye  isles  be  glad. 

2  Tho  clouds  and  darkness  vail  his  feet, 
Yet  grace  and  truth  in  Jesus  meet, 
His  righteousness  on  earth  remains, 
Judgment  his  heavenly  throne  maintains. 

3  A  dreadful  fire  before  him  goes, 
His  burning  rage  consumes  his  foes; 
With  awful  fear  his  lightning  fills 
The  trembling  earth  and  melting  hills. 

4  The  heavens  his  righteousness  declare, 
No  power  may  with  the  Lord  compare; 
His  judgments  shall  the  proud  destroy, 
And  Zion's  daughters  shout  for  joy. 

5  All  ye,  who  love  his  holy  name, 
Hate  every  work  of  sin  and  shame, 
His  watchful  eye,  his  powerful  arm, 
Shall  well  defend  the  sainis  from  harm. 

6  Immortal  light  and  joys  unknown, 
Are  for  the  saints  in  darkness  sown; 
Those  glorious  seeds  shall  spring  and  rise, 
And  the  bright  harvest  bless  our  eyes. 

7  Rejoice,  ye  righteous,  and  record 
The  sacred  honors  of  the.  Lord; 

None  but  the  saints,  who  love  his  voice, 
Can  in  his  holiness  rejoice. 

PSALM  97.  C  M. 

Christ* sjirst  and  second  coming. 
1  THE  Lord  is  come,  let  earth  be  glad, 
Rejoice  ye  distant  isles; 


PSALM  97.  265 

The  Son  in  human  nature  clad, 
A  beauteous  infant  smiles. 

2  Is  this,  O  God,  thy  sovreign  way? 

Hast  thou  decreed  it  thus? 
The  Prince  of  Peace  is  born  to  day, 
Immanuel,  God  with  us! 

3  Adoring  angels  at  his  birth, 

The  joyful  song  began; 
The  shepherds  heard  their  heavenly  mirth, 
And  blest  the  friend  of  man. 

4  Tho  seraphs  first  proclaimed  the  news, 

And  shepherds  heard  them  sing; 
Yet  did  his  form  offend  the  Jews, 
Nor  would  they  crown  him  king. 

5  The  proud  despis'd  this  holy  one, 

And  on  the  Savior  trod, 
But  God,  the  Father,  own'd  his  Son, 
And  saints  confest  him  God. 

6  The  heavens  declare  his  wond'rous  name, 

The  heathen  gods  around, 
Fill  their  own  worshippers  with  shame, 
And  totter  to  the  ground. 

PAUSE. 

7  Behold  he  comes,  he  comes  again, 

How  different  is  his  form, 
Thousand  of  thousands  fill  his  train, 
And  dreadful  is  the  storm. 

8  The  Judge  ascends  the  flying  cloud, 

Downward  he  bends  his  way, 
The  judgment  trumpet  sounding  loud 
Proclaims  the  solemn  day. 

9  Behold  the  Judge,  how  swift,  how  fierce, 

How  like  to  God  is  he! 
Ye  must  behold  who  did  him  pieil£e> 
And  all  the  world  must  see! 


266  PSALM  98. 

10  His  foes  shall  tremble  at  his  sight, 

And  hills  and  seas  retire; 
His  children  take  their  unknown  flight, 
And  leave  the  world  on  fire. 

1 1  The  seeds  of  humble  virtue  sown, 

In  this  unfriendly  soil, 
Shall  spring  and  rise  in  worlds  unknown, 
And  harvest  bless  the  toil. 

12  Rejoice  in  God,  let  all  the  saints 

For  heavenly  transport  leap; 
The  man  who  works  and  never  faints, 
Shall  soon  in  glory  reap. 

PSALM  98.  Parti.    CM. 
Praise  for  the  gosfiel. 

1  SALVATION  to  the  Lord  belongs, 

Let  music  lend  her  charms, 
And  symphony*  with  sweetest  songs, 
Exalt  the  God  of  arms. 

2  When  man  withstood  the  Lord's  command, 

No  fields  with  blood  were  stain'd, 
His  word  the  weapon  in  his  hand, 
A  peaceful  conquest  gain'd. 

3  The  heathens  saw  the  gospel  shine, 

And  trembling  sinners  feard; 
With  light  and  energy  divine, 
His  righteousness  appear'd. 

4  The  Lord  remembers  what  he  swore, 

His  word  for  ever  true 
Prevades  the  lands  from  shore  to  shore, 
And  must  the  world  subdue. 

5  Sing  to  his  praise  with  sweetest  voice, 

His  word  with  gladness  hear; 
Let  every  saint  in  God  rejoice, 
And  eve*y  sinner  fear. 

*  Symphony,  harmony  of  sounds 


PSALM    98,99.  267 

The  roaring  sea,  the  swelling  flood, 

Aloud  his  power  proclaim; 
But  saints  redeem'd  by  Jesus'  blood, 

Should  make  his  praise  their  aim. 

PSALM  98.  Part  2.  C.  M. 
The  Messiah* s  coming  and  kingdom. 
JOY  to  the  world,  the  heavens  declare 

The  Savior's  wond'rous  birth; 
Let  all  the  saints  glad  songs  prepare, 

And  join  in  sacred  mirth. 
Ye  heavens  begin  the  lofty  strains, 

Let  men  their  songs  employ, 
While  fields,  and  floods,  rocks,  hills  and  plains, 

Repeat  the  sounding  joy. 
Sing  to  the  Lord,  let  Greek  and  Jew 

Adore  the  heavenly  scheme; 
Your  notes  be  soft,  your  songs  be  new, 

And  Jesus  be  your  theme. 
Jesus  our  King  is  born  to  day, 

All  hail  the  glorious  morn! 
Awake,  my  soul,  begin  the  lay, 

And  sing  the  Savior  boni. 
No  more  let  sins  afod  son  >.vs  grow, 

Nor  thorns  infesi    :.e  groun  1; 
He  comes  to  make  his  blessings  flow, 

Far  us  the  curse  is  found. 
He  rules  the  world  in  truth  and  love, 

The  nations  tasr.e  his  grace, 
And  countless  blessings  from  above. 

Descend  on  Adam's  race. 

PSALM  99.    Part  1.    S.    M. 
The  majesty  and  condescension  of  Christ. 
JESUS  our  Savior  reigns, 
He  sits  enthron'd  above; 


268  PSALM  99. 

But  in  his  sovreign  mercy  deigns 
To  visit  man  with  love. 

2  He  reigns  at  God's  right-hand, 

Thou  trembling  earth  be  still, 
Bright  cherubs  his  attendants  stand, 
Swift  to  perform  his  will. 

3  O'er  Zion  too  he  sways 

The  scepter  of  his  grace, 
And  in  a  thousand  gentle  ways 
Reveals  his  lovely  face. 

4  How  sacred  Ls  his  name, 

How  powerful  is  his  throne, 
'Twas  by  his  strength  that  Christ  o'ercame, 
And  conquer'd  death  alone. 

5  He  will  maintain  his  right, 

And  tread  his  foes  in  dust; 
Justice  and  grace  are  his  delight, 
His  laws  are  mild  and  just. 

6  O'er  all  the  people  rais'd, 

His  gospel  far  he  sends; 
And  let  his  holy  name  be  prais'd 
As  far  as  earth  extends. 

PSALM  99.  Part  2.   S.  M. 
Effectual  prayer. 

1  EXALT  the  Lord  our  Goo', 

And  at  his  footstool  bow; 
^  His  holy  name,  his  humbi'ing  rod, 
Deserve  our  worship  now. 

2  When  Moses  meekly  pray'd, 

When  reverend  Aaron  wept, 
He  heard  their  cries  when  Israel  stray'd, 
And  well  his  covenant  kept. 

3  They  did  his  name  invoke, 

On  God  they  call'd  aloud; 


PSALM  100.  269 

He  heard  them  from  the  hovering  smoke, 

And  answer'd  from  the  cloud. 
The  Lord  with  piteous  look, 

Forgave  the  rebel  race; 
But  oft  on  Israel  vengeance  took, 

When  they  despis'd  his  grace. 

5  At  Samuel's  fervent  call, 

The  clouds  o'ercast  the  sky, 
And  floods  of  rain  in  torrents  fall 
At  his  effectual  cry. 

6  The  force  of  prayer  prevails, 

As  saints  increase  in  faith, 
The  God  of  promise  never  fails 
To  do  whate'er  he  saith. 

7  Exalt  the  Lord  above, 

And  worship  at  his  feet, 
Let  all  the  saints  enjoy  his  love, 
And  find  the  promise  sweet. 

PS\LM  100.    Part  1.  L.  M 
Praise  to  our  Creator. 

1  YE  nations  'round  the  world  rejoice, 

Before  the  Lord  your  sovreign  King; 

Serve  him  with  cheerful  heart  and  voice, 

With  all  your  tongues  his  glory  sing. 

2  Know  that  the  Lord  has  power  to  keep, 

Creatures  to  God  can  nothing  give; 
God  is  the  shepherd,  saints  the  sheep, 
That  on  his  pasture  daily  live. 

3  Enter  his  gates  with  songs  of  joy, 

High  in  his  courts  your  voices  raise, 
And  make  it  your  divine  employ, 
To  sing  your  great  Creator's  praise. 
I  The  Lord  is  good,  the  Lord  is  kind, 
Greet  is  his  grace,  his  mercy  sure, 


270  PSALM  100,  101. 

And  all  the  race  of  man  shall  find, 
His  truth  for  ever  must  endure. 

PSALM  100.    Part  2.    L.  M. 

The  solemn  concert. 

Set  music — tune,  Denmark. 

1  BEFORE  Jehovah's  awful  throne, 

Ye  nations  bow  with  sacred  joy, 
Know  that  the  Lord  is  God  alone, 
He  can  create,  and  he  destroy. 

2  His  breath  at  first  inspir'd  our  clay, 

For  man  to  life  could  ne'er  attain; 
And  when  like  sheep  we  turn'd  astray, 

He  brought  us  to  his  fold  again. 
5  We  'il  croud  his  gates  with  thankful  songs, 

High  as  the  heavens  our  voices  raise; 
The  tuneful  choirs,  the  cheerful  throngs, 

Shall  fill  his  courts  with  sounding  praise. 
4  Wide  as  the  world  is  his  command, 

Vast  as  immensity  his  bounds, 
Firm  as  a  rock  his  truth  must  stand, 

When  rolling  years  have  run  their  rounds! 

PSALM  101.    Part  1.    L.  M. 
The  magistrate's  fisalm. 

1  JUDGMENT,  O  Lord,  to  thee  belongs, 
Thy  justice  shall  inspire  my  songs, 

Of  mercy  too  my  soul  shall  sing, 
For  mercy  most  delights  the  King. 

2  Call'd  by  thy  voice  to  bear  the  sword 
To  me  thy  light  and  truth  afford, 

O,  turn  my  darkness  into  day, 
Enlighten  all  my  doubtful  way. 

3  To  check  the  proud,  the  poor  to  save, 
I  wisely  would  myself  behave; 

Nor  use  the  sword  with  random  stroke, 
That  might  thine  anger,  Lord,  provoke. 


PSALM  10L  271 

4  No  sons  of  slander,  rage  and  strife, 
Sh  ill  be  companions  of  my  life, 

The  haughty  look,  the  heart  of  pride, 
Within  rry  doois  shall  ne'er  abide. 

5  I  '11  search  the  land,  and  raise  the  just 
To  posts  of  honor,  wealth  and  trust, 
The  man  of  soul,  the  pious  mind, 

A  faithful  friend  in  me  shail  find. 

6  In  vain  shall  sinners  hope  to  rise, 
By  flattering  words  or  faithless  lies, 
With  stern  and  magisterial  frown 

I  '11  keep  aspiring  mortals  down. 

7  The  reb^l  crew  (that  factious  band) 
Shall  hide  their  heads,  or  quit  the  land; 
And  all  who  break  the  public  rest, 
Where  I  have  power  shall  be  supprest. 

PSALM  101.  Part  2.  L.  M. 
A  fisaim  for  the  master  of  a  family. 

1  OF  justice  and  of  grace  I  sing, 

To  thee,  my  God,  my  vows  I  pay, 
O,  make  me  wise,  eternal  King, 
And  guide  thy  servant  in  thy  way. 

2  One  thing  of  thee,  my  God,  I  crave, 

In  mercy,  Lord,  deny  me  not, 
I  humbly  would  myself  behave, 

And  learn  contentment  with  my  lot. 

3  No  wicked  thing,  no  sons  of  pride, 

To  mine,  or  me,  shail  ever  cleave, 
I  hate  the  men,  who  turn  aside 

And  all  thy  righteous  precepts  leave. 

4  The  lying  tongue,  the  froward  heart, 

My  cautious  lips  shall  ne'er  applaud. 
Oppressors  hence,  from  me  depart, 
Who  deal  in  force  or  legal  fraud. 
A  2 


272  PSALM  102. 

5  The  men,  who  humble  saints  defame, 

Shall  ne'er  abide  beneath  my  roof, 
And  they,  who  speak  against  thy  name, 
Shall  hear  me  speak  to  their  reproof. 

6  I  '11  seek  the  faithful  and  the  just, 

And  I  '11  the  virtuous  poor  employ, 
These  are  the  servants  whom  I  '11  trust, 
And  those  the  friends  whom  I  '11  enjoy. 

7  I  '11  purge  my  family  from  guilt, 

And  from  my  face  the  wicked  drive, 
So  shall  mine  house  with  God  be  built, 
And  he  shall  keep  my  name  alive. 

PSALM  102.    Part  1.  L.  M. 
The  complaint. 

1  HEAR  me,  my  God,  nor  hide  thy  face, 

Before  thy  feet  I  prostrate  fall, 
Hast  thou  not  built  a  throne  of  grace, 
To  hear  when  humble  sinners  call. 

2  Eternal  God,  make  no  delay, 

But  come  in  haste  and  visit  earth; 
My  days  like  smoke  consume  away, 
My  bones  are  like  a  burning  hearth. 

3  I  have  compar'd  my  days  to  grass, 

Before  the  sun  in  summer  spread, 
In  secret  groans  my  minutes  pass, 
And  I  forget  my  daily  bread. 
i  As  on  some  lonely  building's  top, 

The  sparrow  tells  her  piteous  moan; 
So  do  my  tears  in  silence  drop, 
So  does  my  soul  for  sadness  groan. 
>  My  soul  is  like  a  dreary  wild, 

Where  raging  beasts  of  midnight  howl, 
Where  lives  the  pelican  exil'd, 
And  discord  haunts  the  screaming  owl. 


PSALM  102.  273 

6  Reproach'd  by  fools  and  envious  foes 

They  make  my  grief  their  daily  scorn, 
And  while  their  tongues  relate  my  woes, 
They  smile  to  see  me  thus  forlorn. 

7  Sense  can  afford  my  soul  no  joy, 

Far  gloomy  thoughts,  and  boding  fears, 
Like  ashes  make  my  bread  to  cloy, 
And  mingle  all  my  drink  with  tears. 

8  My  life  is  like  an  evening  shade, 

Swift  as  the  wind  my  moments  run, 

The  flowers  of  youth  how  soon  they  fade, 

Like  withering  grass  before  the  sun. 

9  But  God  for  ever  must  endure, 

From  change  and  all  mutation*  free, 
His  word  is  truth,  his  promise  sure, 
And  everlasting  his  decree. 

10  He  hears  his  saints,  he  knows  their  cry, 

And  oft  in  unexpected  ways, 
Redeems  the  prisoner  doom'd  to  die, 
And  tunes  his  heart  for  cheerful  lays. 

PSALM  102.    Part  2.    L.  M. 
The  consolation. 

1  IT  is  the  Lord  the  Savior's  hand, 

Impairs  our  strength  when  life  decays, 
Disease  and  death  at  his  command 
Arrest  us  and  cut  short  our  days. 

2  Spare  us,  O  Lord,  aloud  we  pray, 

Nor  let  our  sun  go  down  at  noon; 
Thy  years  are  one  eternal  day, 
And  must  thy  children  die  so  soon? 
?>  Yet,  in  the  midst  of  death  and  grief, 

This  thought  our  sorrow  shall  assuage; 

*  Mutation,  alteration. 


274  PSALM   102. 

Death  is  the  hour  of  man's  relief, 
And  God  the  hope  of  every  age. 

4  'Twas  by  his  word  the  world  was  made, 

Heaven  is  the  building  of  his  hand; 
This  earth  grows  old,  these  heavens  shall  fade, 
And  all  be  chang'd  at  God's  command. 

5  The  starry  curtains  of  the  sky, 

Like  garments  shall  be  laid  aside; 
But  God  our  Savior  reigns  on  high, 
His  throne  for  ever  must  abide. 

6  When  orbs*  on  orbs  are  swiftly  hurld, 

The  saints  shall  live  amid  the  strife; 
Survive  this  vain  departing  world, 
And  rise  to  know  diviner  life. 

PSALM  102.    C.  M. 
Prayer  heard  and  Zion  restored* 

1  LET  Zion  and  her  sons  rejoice, 

Behold  the  promis'd  hour; 
Her  God  hath  heard  her  mourning  voice, 
And  comes  to  show  his  power. 

2  Her  dust  and  ruins  that  remain, 

Are  precious  in  our  eyes; 

Those  ruins  shall  be  built  again, 

And  all  that  dust  shall  rise. 

3  The  Lord  shall  raise  her  growing  frame, 

And  make  his  grace  to  'appear; 
Nations  shall  bow  before  his  name, 
And  kings  attend  with  fear. 

4  The  'eternal  God  of  heaven  looks  down, 

And  from  his  throne  on  high, 
Beholds  the  'oppressor  with  a  frown, 
And  hears  the  'oppressed  sigh. 

*  Orbs,  heavenly  bodies,  planets . 


PSALM    103.  275 

5  He  frees  the  soul  condernn'd  to  death, 

And  when  his  saints  complain, 
It  shan't  be  said  "  that  praying  breath 
Was  ever  spent  in  vain." 

6  This  shall  be  known  in  every  age, 

And  stand  on  long  record; 
Children  shall  read  the  faithful  page, 
And  trust  and  praise  the  Lord. 

PSALM  103.  Part  1.  L.  M. 
Praise  to  God  for  temporal and  spiritual 'blessings  ■ 

1  O,  BLESS  the  Lord,  my  soul,  and  sing 
The  glories  of  my  sovreign  King, 

Let  all  within  me  join  to  raise, 
A  song  to  his  eternal  praise. 

2  O,  bless  the  Lord,  my  soul,  and  tell 
How  God  redeem'd  the  world  from  hell, 
His  wond'rous  love  recall  to  mind, 

And  ne'er  forget  a  friend  so  kind. 

3  'Twas  God,  my  soul,  who  sent  his  Son, 
To  die  for  crimes  which  thou  hast  done; 
'Tis  God,  who  breath  and  being  gives, 
And  by  his  grace  the  sinner  lives. 

4  The  vices  of  the  mind  he  heals, 
Relieves  our  pains,  our  pardon  seals, 
Redeems  our  soul  from  hell,  and  saves 
Our  wasting  lives  from  threat'ning  graves. 

5  Our  health  decay'd  his  power  repairs, 
His  mercy  crowns  our  hoary  hairs; 
Our  youth  renew'd,  like  eagles,  oft 
We  stretch  our  wings  and  soar  aloft. 

6  In  heaven  our  choicest  treasure  lies, 
On  earth  he  grants  us  large  supplies; 
He  gives  us  much  in  hand,  but  more 
He  well  reserves  in  heavenly  store. 

2A-2 


276  PSALM  103. 

7  He  sees  the  'oppressor  and  the  'opprest, 
And  often  gives  the  sufferer  rest, 

But  will  his  justice  more  display 
In  the  last  great  rewarding  day. 

8  His  power  he  sho^v'd  by  Moses'  hands, 
And  gave  to  Jacob  his  commands; 
But  sent  his  Son  among  the  Jews, 
To  preach  the  gospel's  joyful  news. 

9  Let  all  the  saints  as  one  agree, 

To  'adore  the  grace  that  sets  us  free, 

And  Jew  and  Gentile  join  to  bless 

The  Lord  our  strength  and  righteousness. 

PSALM  103.  Part  2.    L-  M. 
Fatherly  correction. 

1  THE  Lord  our  God  in  anger  slow, 
Delights  to  bless  his  sons  below, 
In  plenteous  mercy  free  and  swift, 
His  hands  bestow  the  heaveniy  gift. 

2  Our  Father  will  not  always  chide, 
Nor  can  his  anger  long  abide; 
Our  sins  his  fiercest  wrath  provoke, 
But  God  corrects  with  mildest  stroke. 

3  The  heavens  not  half  so  high  are  spread 
Above  the  ground  on  which  we  tread, 
As  his  rich  love  exceeds  our  praise, 
Exceeds  the  highest  thoughts  we  raise. 

4  Far  as  the  west  and  east  extend, 

Thro  boundless  space,  nor  meet,  nor  end, 
So  far  from  us  our  God  removes 
The  sins  for  which  his  rod  reproves. 

5  Like  as  a  Father  kind  and  mild, 
Corrects  his  disobedient  child, 

The  offender  weens  beneath  the  smart, 
And  moves  the  goodness  of  his  heart. 


PSALM  10J  277 

6  So  when  the  God  of  love  begins, 
To  smite  his  saints  for  venial*  sins, 
His  gentle  stroke  is  scarcely  felt, 
Before  his  tender  bowels  melt. 

7  His  awful  wrath  is  slow  to  rise, 
On  swifter  wings  salvation  flies; 
And  if  he  let  his  anger  burn, 
How  soon  his  frowns  to  pity  turn. 

Z  Tho  God  employ  his  rod  at  times, 
He  yet  forgives  us  all  our  crimes; 
And  while  his  rod  corrects  his  saints, 
His  ear  indulges  their  complaints. 

PSALM  103.    Part  3.  L.  M. 
The  comfiassion  and  sovrezgnty  of  God, 

1  THE.  almighty  God,  the  wise  and  just, 
Knows  that  our  frame  is  feeble  dust, 
And  will  no  heavy  loads  impose, 
Beyond  the  strength  that  he  bestows. 

2  He  knows  how  soon  our  nature  dies, 
Blasted  with  every  wind  that  flies; 
Like  grass  we  spring,  and  die  as  soon 
As  morning  flowers  that  fade  by  noon. 

3  If  buf  a  breath  pass  whispering  o'er, 
Our  place  shall  know  us  hence  no  more; 
As  leaves  in  autumn  fall  away, 

So  do  the  powers  of  man  decay* 

4  But  God's  unchanging  love  is  sure 
To  saints,  and  always  must  endure; 
His  word  of  truth  shall  long  remain, 
Nor  children's  children  hope  in  vain. 

5  The  Lord  in  heaven  prepares  his  throne, 
O'er  heaven  and  earth  he  reigns  alone; 

*  Venial,  pardonable. 


278  PSALM  103. 

But  such  as  keep  his  law  in  mind, 
Shall  in  their  King  a  Savior  find. 

6  Bless  ye  the  Lord,  ye  holy  band, 

Who  dwell  in  heaven  and  near  him  stand; 
Or  list'ning  to  his  voice,  who  fly 
To  bear  his  mandates  thro  the  sky, 

7  Bless  ye  the  Lord,  all  ye  his  hosts, 
Ye  ministers  attend  your  posts, 
His  sovreign  word  with  joy  fulfill, 
And  count  it  heaven  to  do  his  will. 

8  Bless  ye  the  Lord,  ye  saints  below, 
Let  all  his  works  his  glory  show, 
He  Hves  and  reigns  above  control,  i 
O,  bless  Jehovah,  thou  my  soul. 

PSALM  103.  Part  1.    S.  M. 
Common  and  special  mercies. 
\  TO  bless  the  sacred  Three, 
Who  reigns  in  heaven  above, 
Let  all  mine  active  powers  agree, 
And  every  thought  be  love. 

2  O,  bless  the  Lord,  my  soul, 

And  own  the  Savior  kind; 
Why  should  the  powers  of  sense  control 
The  pleasures  of  the  mind. 

3  'Tis  God  thy  pardon  seals, 

'Tis  God  relieves  thy  pain, 
When  sick,  'tis  God  who  nature  heals, 
And  makes  thee  young  again. 

4  As  eagles  stretch  their  wings, 

As  if  they  younger  grew, 
So  God  recruits  thy  vital  springs, 
And  does  thy  youth  renew. 

5  My  soul,  he  makes  thee  well, 

When  ransom'd  from  the  grave; 


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He  who  redeem'd  thee  first  from  hell 
Hath  sovreign  power  to  save. 

6  With  fire  he  fills  his  cloud, 

The  heavens  begin  to  lower, 
The  Lord  hath  judgments  for  the  proud, 
And  earth  shall  know  his  power. 

7  His  wond'rous  works  and  ways 

He  made  by  Moses  known; 
But  greater  works  in  later  days 
He  hath  by  Jesus  shown. 

PSALM  103.  Part  %  S.  M. 
Merciful  afflictions. 

1  THE  Lord  in  anger  slow, 

Delights  to  save  our  race, 
sTis  from  his  hand  our  blessings  flow, 
And  heaven  is  in  his  face. 

2  Our  Father  seldom  chides, 

And  when  his  strokes  are  felt, 
His  anger  never  long  abides, 
His  bowels  quickly  melt. 

3  Should  God  with  sinners  deal, 

As  justice  might  require, 
We  must  his  dreadful  vengeance  feci, 
And  dwell  with  endless  fire. 

4  But,  O,  his  matchless  love, 

As  much  transcends  us  all, 
As  heaven  itself  is  rais'd  above 
This  low  terrestrial  ball! 

5  Far  as  the  distant  west 

Is  from  the  morning  ray, 
So  far  (his  holy  name  be  blest) 
He  takes  our  guilt  away. 

6  As  when  a  son  provokes, 

The  father  sternly  meek, 


280  PSALM  103. 

Reclaims  the  child  with  gentle  strokes, 
And  tears  on  either  check. 

7  So  God  corrects  the  just, 

To  make  them  fear  his  name, 
He  well  remembers  man  is  dust, 
He  knows  our  feeble  frame. 

8  Our  days  are  as  a  mist, 

That  quickly  disappears; 
But  God  for  ever  must  exist, 
Eternal  are  his  years. 

9  His  uncreated  mind 

Shall  long  as  heaven  endure, 
And  children's  children  ever  find 
His  word  of  promise  sure. 

PSALM  103.  Part  1.  S.  M. 
The  universal  King. 
1  THE  God  of  life  and  love, 

In  heaven  has  fixt  his  throne; 
He  reigns  o'er  all  the  worlds  above, 
O'er  heaven  and  earth  alone. 

2  Ye  cherubs  great  in  might, 

Before  Jehovah  fall; 
Ye  flaming  ministers  of  light, 
Adore  the  Lord  of  all. 

3  O,  bless  his  holy  name, 

And  all  his  ways  admire, 
He  makes  his  ministers  a  flame, 
And  all  his  angels  fire. 

4  O,  bless  him,  all  ye  hosts, 

Who  do  his  sovreign  will, 
Who  wait  obedient  at  your  posts, 
And  every  word  fulfill. 

5  At  his  commands  you  fly, 

Swift  as  the  lightning  darts, 


PSALM  104. 


281 


And  bear  his  orders  thro  the  sky, 

With  joy  to  distant  parts. 
When  at  his  sacred  feet, 

The  saints  with  reverence  bow, 
Unheard,  unseen  with  them  you  meet, 

And  witness  every  vow. 
While  all  who  love  your  King, 

In  concert  join  with  you, 
And  man's  redemption  sweetly  sing, 

My  soul  shall  praise  him  too. 

PSALM    104.    L.  M. 
The  glory  of  God  in  creation  and  providence. 
MY  soul,  thy  great  Creator  bless, 
When  cloth'd  in  his  celestial  dress, 
He  like  a  garment  puts  on  light, 
And  heaven  is  darkness  in  his  sight. 
High  as  the  shining  orbs  above, 
He  builds  the  chambers  of  his  love; 
But  in  his  wisdom  lays  their  beams, 
Low  as  the  sea's  profoundest  streams. 
His  hand  the  nightly  curtain  spreads, 
With  spangling  stars  above  our  heads, 
Our  eyes  those  glittering  gems  behold, 
His  rich  embroidery  shines  in  gold. 
Clouds  are  his  chariots  when  he  flies, 
On  winged  storms  across  the  skies, 
The  rushing  tempests  fall  behind, 
Too  slow  to  bear  his  swifter  mind. 
His  breath  the  heavenly  hosts  inspires, 
His  ministers  are  flaming  fires, 
And  swift  as  thought  their  armies  fly, 
To  bear  his  orders  thro  the  sky. 
The  planets  fashion 'd  by  his  hand, 
Are  poioYi  and  move  at  his  command, 


282  PSALM  104 

PropelPd*  by  God  how  true  they  run, 

And  keep  their  orbitsf  round  the  sun! 
7  His  hand  in  perfect  safety  guides 

The  rolling  earth  and  flowing  tides; 

He  binds  the  deep  as  with  a  chain, 

Lest  it  should  drown  the  world  again. 
€  When  cloth'd  as  with  a  shining  robe, 

The  waters  overwhelm'd  the  globe, 

At  his  rebuke  the  billows  fled, 

ConfiVd  to  their  appointed  bed. 

9  At  God's  command  the  purling  brook, 
Meanders^  on  with  pleasing  crook; 
The  riv'let  knows  its  hilly  source, 
And  laves  the  vallies  in  its  course. 

10  On  trees  that  shade  the  wat'ry  brink, 
The  cheerful  birds  alight  for  drink; 
To  God  the  birds  their  voices  raise, 
And  chide  our  silence  in  his  praise. 

PAUSE    FIRST. 

i  1  The  Lord  his  cloudy  cistern  fills, 
And  sprinkling  drops  enrich  the  hills; 
His  rain  the  parched  ground  recruits, 
And  earth  is  loaded  with  his  fruits. 

12  He  makes  the  grassy  food  to  'arise, 
And  gives  the  cattle  large  supplies, 
Abundant  corn  the  vallies  yield, 
And  plenty  smiles  in  every  field. 

IS  But  man  o'er  all  the  creatures  blest, 
Is  nourish'd  far  above  the  rest, 
To  him  the  God  of  nature  grants, 
A  thousand  herbs,  a  thousand  plants. 

*  To  propell,  to  drive  forward,  projectile  force. 

f  Orbit,  circular  course. 

i  To  meander, to  flow  indifferent  directions  ns  a'xfcrfcr 


PSALM    104.  283 

14  His  olives  yield  a  pleasing  juice, 
The  presses  flow  in  every  sluice, 
And  mortals  on  their  tabies  meet 

A  change  of  flavors,  rich,  and  sweet. 

15  With  oil  he  makes  our  faces  shine, 

He  cheers  our  hearts  with  generous  wine; 
But  life's  supporter,  nature's  staff, 
Is  winnow'd  first  from  useless  chaff. 

1 6  The  'eternal  God,  in  whom  we  live, 
Is  free  to  grant  and  rich  to  give, 
Both  heaven  and  earth  must  fail  before 
We  drain  the  fulness  of  his  store. 

17  From  God  unnumber'd  blessings  flow, 
Bread,  wine,  and  oil,  his  hands  bestow; 
While  we  receive  what  God  imparts, 
May  daily  praise  inspire  our  hearts. 

PAUSE    SECOND. 

18  Thy  trees,  O  God,  with  sap  abound, 
And  spread  their  branches  far  around; 
Above  the  rest  the  cedar  stands, 
Well  planted  by  thy  skillful  hands. 

19  Pleas'd  with  their  shade  the  birds  of  air 
For  shelter  to  their  boughs  repair, 

'Tis  there  the  storks  their  young  ones  stir, 
And  build  their  nests  among  the  fir. 

20  To  craggy  hills  the  goats  ascend, 
And  where  the  sloping  mountains  end 
The  feeble  cony  makes  his  cell, 
Endu'd  with  wisdom  where  to  dwell. 

21  'Tis  God,  who  sets  the  sun  his  race, 
Who  bids  the  moon  to  change  her  face; 
He  calls  for  darkness,  and  'tis  night, 
His  stars  afford  a  glimmering  light. 

22  The  lion  bold,  and  hungry  whelp, 
Go  forth,  and  cry  to  God  for  help, 

2  B 


234  PSALM  104. 

In  vain  their  strength  to  get  their  prey, 
Unless  the  Lord  their  food  convey. 

23  At  day  the  lion  seeks  his  den, 
To  shun  the  feeble  sons  of  men, 
Who  rising  soon  to  work  apply, 
'Till  evening  veils  the  western  sky. 

24  Evening,  sweet  truce*  from  toil  and  pain, 
Restores  with  sleep  the  wearied  brain, 
Till  death,  sweet  sleep,  of  greater  use, 
Afford  to  men  a  longer  truce. 

25  Eternal  God,  thy  power  and  skill, 
Does  every  land  with  wonder  fill; 
Thy  wisdom  thro  the  world  we  see, 
This  spacious  earth  is  full  of  thee. 

PAUSE    THIRD. 

26  Thy  wonders,  Lord,  are  in  the  deep, 
Where  fish  by  millions  swim  or  creep, 
With  varying  motions  swift  or  slow, 
Traversing  all  the  paths  below. 

27  There  ships  divide  their  wat'ry  way, 
There  flocks  of  scaly  monsters  play, 
And  there  Leviathan  resides, 

Who  fearless  sports  amid  the  tides. 

28  In  every  want,  in  every  strait, 
On  God  the  race  of  creatures  wait, 
What  different  ways  each  one  pursues. 
But  all  in  turn  receive  their  dues. 

29  Where  is  the  king  could  half  supply, 
The  race  of  earth,  or  sea,  or  sky, 
Yet  God  provides,  and  at  his  will 
The  hungry  nations  eat  their  fill. 

0  But  if  he  hide  his  heavenly  face, 
'Tis  dire  destruction  to  the  race, 

*  Truce,  short  repose,  temporary  res* 


PSALM  105.  285 

Like  rising  fogs,  or  scattering  fumes, 

Their  breath  departs,  their  strength  consumes. 

3 1  Yei  God  can  breathe  on  dust  again, 
And  renovate*  his  millions  slain; 

A  word  of  all-creating  breath, 
Repairs  the  wastes  of  time  and  death. 

32  The  Lord  delights  in  all  his  ways, 
For  each  his  glorious  name  displays; 
The  Lord  has  power  to  kill  or  cure, 
But  his  eternal  life  is  sure. 

33  This  earth  stands  trembling  at  his  stroke, 
And  at  his  touch  the  mountains  smoke; 
But  humble  souls  by  faith  draw  near, 
And  serve  the  Lord  with  filialf  fear. 

34  In  God  my  hopes  and  wishes  meet, 
And  make  my  meditations  sweet, 

His  praise  shall  well  my  breath  employ, 
'Till  life  expire  in  endless  joy. 

35  Let  impious  sinners  die  accurst, 

And  all  their  schemes  like  bubbles  burst; 
But  I  '11  to  God,  my  sovreign  King, 
Immortal  alleluas  sing. 

PSALM    105.    C.  M. 
Israel  brought  out  of  Egypt. 

1  GIVE  thanks  to  God,  invoke  his  name, 

His  works  of  wonder  sing, 
Sound  thro  the  world  his  deeds  of  fame, 
And  triumph  in  your  King. 

2  O,  may  his  love  inspire  us  all 

To  seek  a  faithful  Lord, 
While  we  to  mind  his  grace  recall, 
And  all  his  truth  record. 

*  To  renovate,  to  make  new,  to  restore  to  life> 
f  Filial,  childlike. 


286  PSALM  105. 

3  His  covenant  which  he  kept  in  mind 

For  numerous  ages  past, 
To  numerous  ages  yet  behind 
In  equal  force  shall  last. 

4  Thus  said  the  Lord,  I  have  decreed, 

By  promise  thus  exprest, 
"  In  faithful  Abraham,  and  his  seed, 
The  nations  shall  be  blest. 

5  I  '11  give  his  children  land  by  lot, 

And  make  his  sons  mine  heirs, 
Canaan  that  rich  and  fertile  spot, 
Shall  be  for  ever  theirs.*' 

6  How  large  the  grant!  how  rich  the  grace! 

To  give  them  Canaan's  land, 
When  they  were  strangers  in  the  place, 
A  small  and  feeble  band. 

7  Enrich'd  with  gold,  with  favor  crown'd, 

From  Egypt  they  remov'd, 
And  kings,  that  on  his  people  frown'd, 
The  Almighty  thus  reprov'd. 

8  "  Touch  mine  anointed,  and  mine  arm 

Shall  soon  avenge  the  wrong, 
The  man  who  does  my  prophets  harm 
Shall  know  their  God  is  strong." 

9  Then  let  the  world  forbear  its  rage, 

Nor  fire  and  sword  prepare; 
The  church  must  live  in  this  our  age, 
And  be  the  'Almighty's  care. 

PAUSE  FIRST. 

10  The  'Almighty  call'd,  and  dreadful  dearth 

His  hungry  conquest  spread, 
In  all  the  realms  of  famish'd  earth 
He  broke  the  staff  of  bread. 

1 1  Canaan,  the  land  where  Jacob  dwelt, 

That  rich  and  fertile  ground, 


PSALM  105.  287 

The  famine  most  severely  felt, 
Nor  Israel  comfort  found. 

12  The  Lord  before  him  sent  a  man, 

To  Pharaoh  Joseph  came, 
And  ere  the  dreadful  dearth  began, 
All  Egypt  knew  his  fame. 

13  His  feet  were  bound  by  tyrant  law. 

He  felt  the  'oppressor's  frown; 
But  God  the  virtuous  sufferer  saw, 
And  rais'd  him  near  the  crown. 

14  The  ruling  sovreign  set  him  free, 

And  grac'd  with  robe  and  ring, 
The  suppliant  people  bow  the  knee, 
And  hail  him  next  the  king. 

1 5  In  Joseph,  Pharaoh  took  delight, 

Nor  could  a  wiser  find, 
To  teach  his  senators  aright, 
And  all  his  princes  bind. 

16  The  church  was  fed  by  Joseph's  hand. 

'Till  at  the  king's  request, 

Israel  sojourn 'd  in  Egypt's  land, 

And  God  his  people  blest. 

17  How  strange  thy  way,  O  God,  appears. 

What  light  from  darkness  springs! 
The  way  that  first  excites  our  fears, 
At  last  our  comfort  brings. 

18  Then  let  the  world  forbear  its  rage, 

Nor  fire  and  sword  prepare, 
The  church  must  live  in  this  our  age, 
And  be  the  'Almighty's  care. 

PAUSE  SECOND. 

1 9  When  Pharaoh  dar'd  to  slay  the  saints 

And  vex  the  sons  of  God, 
Moses  was  sent  at  their  complaints, 
Arm'd  with  his  dreadful  rod. 

2B2 


288  PSALM  105. 

20  He  caird  for -darkness,  and  'twas  night  J 

Where  all  the  'Egyptians  dwelt; 
Twas  darkness  visible  as  light! 
Twas  darkness  might  be  felt! 

21  Again  he  'invok'd  the  Lord  supreme, 

He  smote  the  'Egyptian  flood, 
And  turn'd  each  lake  and  every  stream, 
To  lakes  and  streams  of  blood. 

22  He  gave  the  sign,  and  noxious  flies 

O'er  all  the  country  spread; 
And  frogs  in  baleful  armies  rise 
About  the  monarch's  bed. 

23  To  heaven  he  rais'd  his  awful  hand, 

And  gave  them  hail  for  rain, 
The  flaming  fire  consum'd  the  land 
And  burn'd  the  rising  grain. 

24  He  spake,  and,  lo!  tremendous  hosts 

Advance  with  warlike  sound, 
Locusts  in  swarms  invade  their  coasts, 
And  spread  destruction  round. 

25  At  last,  by  Moses'  fervent  cry, 

The  great  destroyer  flew, 
And  passing  Israel  swiftly  by, 
The  Egyptian  first-born  slew. 

26  Then  let  the  world  forbear  its  rage, 

Nor  fire  and  sword  prepare; 
The  church  must  live  in  this  our  age 
And  be  the  'Almighty's  care. 

PAUSE  THIRD. 

27  The  captive  tribes  from  Egypt  led, 

Forsook  the  hated  ground; 
Rich  with  oppressor's  gold  they  fled, 
Nor  was  one  feeble  found. 

28  The  sons  of  Ham  rejoic'd  to  see 

The  'opprest  by  night  depart, 


PSALM  106.  289 

With  hasty  fear  they  set  them  free, 
But  with  a  treacherous  heart. 

29  Jehovah  chose  their  devious  way, 

And  mark'd  their  journeying  right, 
Gave  them  a  leading  cloud  by  day, 
A  fiery  guide  by  night. 

30  With  heavenly  bread,  and  plenteous  quails, 

He  fed  the  murmuring  I  rood; 
The  God  of  promise  never  fails 
To  give  his  people  food . 

31  They  thirst,  and  waters  from  the  rock, 

Their  wond'rous  course  began, 
And  following  far  the  wand'ring  flock, 
Thro  the  dry  desert  ran. 

32  O  blessed  type!  O  glorious  flood, 

Resembling  heavenly  grace! 
So  Christ  redeems  us  with  his  blood, 
And  saves  our  dying  race. 

33  Thus  guarded  by  the  'Almighty  hand, 

The  chosen  tribes  possest 
Canaan  the  rich,  the  promis'd  land, 
And  there  enjoy'd  their  rest. 

34  Then  let  the  world  forbear  its  rage, 

Nor  fire  and  sword  prepare, 
The  church  must  live  in  this  our  age, 
And  be  the  'Almighty's  care. 

PSALM  106.    Part  1.    L.  M. 
Praise  to  God  for  national  blessings. 

1  TO  God  the  great  and  ever  blest, 
Immortal  songs  be  now  addrest, 
His  mercy  firm  for  ever  stands, 

Give  him  the  thanks  his  love  demands. 

2  Great  is  the  Lord,  but  man  is  weak, 
What  tongue  can  half  his  greatness  speak? 


290  TSALM  106- 

Or  who  his  voice  to  heaven  can  raise, 
And  utter  all  his  glorious  praise? 

3  Yet,  gracious  God,  'tis  joy  sublime 
In  cheerful  songs  to  spend  our  time, 
'Tis  heaven  on  earth  to  praise  and  pray, 
In  this  our  poor  imperfect  way. 

4  Ye  saints,  your  noblest  powers  exert, 
(My  waking  soul  is  all  alert) 
Strike  every  note,  strain  every  nerve, 
'Tis  heaven's  eternal  King  you  serve. 

5  O  for  a  visit  from  our  King, 

To  make  the  tongues  of  millions  sing, 
When  all  the  saints  shall  join  as  one, 
To  tell  the  wonders  God  has  done. 

6  Eternal  King  of  heaven,  look  down, 
Our  favor 'd  land  with  glory  crown; 
Let  every  soul  give  thanks  to  thee, 
For  thou  hast  set  thy  people  free. 

7  I  long  to  see  thy  tribes  rejoice, 
And  aid  their  triumph  with  my  voice; 
My  soul  shall  join  the  joyful  tribe, 
And  endless  praise  to  God  ascribe. 

PSALM  106.    Part  2.    L.  M. 
The  inconstancy  of  Israel. 

1  ALAS!  how  fickle  is  our  race, 

How  prone  to  'abuse  the  richest  grace; 
If  God  in  love  delay  to  smite, 
How  proudly  men  his  love  requite. 

2  Israel  of  old  his  wonders  saw, 
But  trampled  on  his  sovreign  law, 
They  soon  forgot  the  great  I  AM, 
Who  brought  them  from  the  land  of  Ham, 

3  Now  they  descend  like  frighted  sheep, 
And  safely  cross  the  wat'ry  deep; 


PSALM  106-  291 

Now  they  forget  the  former  strait, 
Nor  will  for  God's  salvation  wait. 

4  At  Sina's  awful  foot  they  bow, 
And  swear  to  God  allegiance  now; 
Anon  they  make  the  golden  calf, 
And  vainly  swear  in  its  behalf. 

5  Proud  and  impatient  of  restraints 

Their  murmuring  souls  indulge  complaints; 
For  when  they  find  their  ways  beset, 
The  captious*  tribes  at  Moses  fret. 

6  Great  God,  our  guilty  race  are  prone, 
To  slight  thy  love,  to  shun  thy  throne; 
Sinners  at  offer'd  grace  demur, f 
And  thus  thy  dreadful  wrath  incur. 

PSALM  106.    S.  M. 
God' 8  love  unchangeable. 

1  THE  God  of  boundless  grace, 

Is  constant  in  his  way; 
And  yet,  alas,  our  teeble  race, 
Is  ever  prone  to  stray! 

2  Israel  his  wonders  saw, 

And  triumph'd  in  their  God; 
But  soon  forgot  his  holy  law, 
And  on  the  Savior  trod. 

3  Now  they  his  word  believe, 

While  rocks  with  rivers  flow; 
Now  with  their  lusts  his  spirit  grieve, 
And  God  reduc'd  them  low. 

4  He  gave  them  their  request, 

Nor  would  a  wish  control; 
But  while  the  mortal  part  he  blest, 
A  leanness  smote  the  soul. 

*  Captious,  fault  finding,  given  to  cavils. 

f  To  demur,  to  raise  objections,  to  pause  in  uncertainty- 


292  psalm  lor. 

5  The  Lord  his  power  display'd, 

But  when  his  vengeance  burn'd, 
Phinehas  the  sword  of  justice  stay'd, 
And  mercy  soon  return'd. 

6  Their  names  were  in  his  book, 

He  sav'd  them  from  their  foes; 
Oft  he  chastis'd,  but  ne'er  forsook 
The  people  that  he  chose. 

7  The  Lord  our  wand'ring  sees, 

Nor  bids  his  wrath  to  'wake, 
He  pardons  sinners  on  their  knees, 
For  their  Redeemer's  sake- 

8  Let  every  scribe  and  pen 

His  wond'rous  grace  record; 
Let  all  ihe  people  say  amen, 
Praise  ye  the  faithful  Lord. 

PSALM  107.  Part  1.  L.  M. 
Israel  led  to  Canaan  and  Christians  to  heaven. 

1  GIVE  thanks  to  God,  he  reigns  above, 
Kind  are  his  thoughts,  his  name  is  love; 
His  goodness  ages  past  have  known, 
And  ages  long  to  come  shall  own. 

2  Say,  O  ye  saints,  from  bondage  freed, 
'Twas  God  who  sav'd  our  chosen  seed; 
Let  Israel's  ransom'd  tribes  agree, 

To  praise  the  Lord,  who  ser  them  free. 

3  When  God's  own  arm  their  fetters  broke, 
And  brought  them  from  the  'Egyptian  yoke, 
To  Sina's  wilderness  they  haste, 
Traversing  all  the  dreary  waste. 

4  There  they  could  find  no  leading  road, 
Nor  city  for  their  rixt  abode; 

The  fainting  tribes  for  hunger  fail'd, 
And  thirst  amid  the  camp  prevaii'd. 


PSALM  107-  293 

5  In  their  distress  to  God  they  cry'd, 

He  heard  their  groans,  their  wants  supply 'd; 
He  led  their  wand' ring  march  around, 
And  brought  them  safe  to  Canaan's  ground. 

6  Thus  when  our  first  release  we  gain, 
From  sin's  old  yoke  and  satan's  chain, 
We  have  this  desert  world  to  trace, 

.    A  dangerous  road,  a  tiresome  place. 

7  He  feeds  and  clothes  us  all  the  way, 
He  guides  our  footsteps  lest  we  stray, 
He  saves  us  with  a  powerful  hand, 
And  brings  us  to  the  heavenly  land. 

8  O  may  the  saints  with  joy  record 
The  truth  and  goodness  of  the  Lord! 
Let  every  tongue  and  every  pen, 
Declare  his  love  to  sinful  men. 

PSALM  107.    Part  2.    L.  M. 
Confession  of  sin  and  release  by  prayer. 

1  GOD  and  his  grace  remain  the  same, 
Ye  nations  praise  his  sacred  name; 
He  satifies  the  longing  mind, 

And  praying  saints  pronounce  him  kind. 

2  To  such  as  sit  in  glooming  shades, 
Where  darkness  reigns  and  death  invades^ 
He  mitigates  their  raging  pain, 

And  breaks  affliction's  iron  chain. 

3  Great  is  the  peace  they  find  within* 
But  if  they  turn  again  to  sin, 

If  they  from  God  their  life  withdraw, 
And  slight  his  counsels,  break  his  law. 

4  Again  he  brings  them  to  the  ground, 
And  no  deliverer  can  be  found; 

Laden  with  grief,  they  spend  their  breath 
In  darkness  and  the  shades  of  death. 


294  PSALM  107. 

5  Then  to  the  Lord  again  they  cry, 
Again  he  clears  their  stormy  sky, 
And  scatters  all  the  clouds  that  spread, 
And  look'd  so  dreadful  overhead. 

6  He  cuts  in  twain  the  bars  of  brass, 
And  thro  them  lets  the  prisoner  pass, 
Takes  off*  the  load  of  guilt  and  grief, 
And  gives  the  laboring  soul  relief. 

7  O  may  the  saints  with  joy  record, 
The  truth  and  goodness  of  the  Lord; 
Let  every  tongue,  and  every  pen, 
Declare  his  love  to  sinful  men. 

PSALM  107.  Part  3.    L.  M. 
Intemperance  punished  and  pardoned. 

1  VAIN  man,  beset  with  sinful  snares, 
For  pain  and  punishment  prepares, 
The  pleasing  baits  of  sense  entice 
His  thoughtless  soul  in  paths  of  vice. 

2  The  drunkard  feels  his  vitals  waste, 

Yet  drowns  his  health  to  please  his  taste; 
"  I  must  reform  my  life  he  thinks," 
And  yet  the  fool  goes  on  and  drinks. 
•i  The  glutton  groans  and  lcaths  to  eat, 
His  soul  abhors  delicious  meat; 
To  sate  his  lust  he  life  destroys, 
Digestion  fails,  and  nature  cloys. 

4  The  'intemperate  die  by  swift  degrees, 
They  drink  down  life  to  taste  the  lees; 
Old  age  comes  on  in  sickening  prime, 
And  death  appears  before  his  time. 

5  To  God  the  affrighted  sinners  fly, 
And  seek  his  aid  with  earnest  cry; 

He  hears  their  groans,  prolongs  their  breath, 
And  saves  their  souls  from  instant  death. 


PSALM  107.  295 

6  No  med'cine  could  affect  the  cure, 
So  quick,  so  easy,  or  so  sure, 
Forgiving  love  the  intemperate  find 
The  best  elixir*  for  the  mind. 

7  The  deadly  sentence  God  repeals, 
He  sends  his  sovreign  word  and  heals, 
Inspires  the  soul  with  new  desires, 
Nature  revives  and  death  retires. 

8  O,  may  repenting  souls  record 

The  wond'rous  goodness  of  the  Lord; 
Let  every  tongue,  let  every  pen, 
Declare  his  love  to  sinful  men. 

PSALM  107.    Part  4.    L.  M. 
Deliverance  from  s/rifiivreck. 

1  THE  sons  of  commerce,  brave  and  bold, 
Thy  works,  almighty  God,  behold, 
Thy  wond'rous  love  in  storms  they  see, 
And  send  their  fervent  cries  to  thee. 

2  Far  from  their  friends  and  native  land, 
The  floods  arise  at  thy  command, 
To  heaven  they  soar  with  every  swell, 
And  plunge  again  to  deeps  of  hell. 

3  What  deaths,  what  agonies  are  felt, 
Their  hardy  souls  with  trouble  melt, 
Like  drunken  men,  where'er  they  go, 
They  reel  and  stagger  to  and  fro. 

4  Afar  from  land,  but  near  the  sky, 
And  lost  to  hope,  to  God  they  cry, 
He  hears  the  siuners'  loud  address, 
And  sends  salvation  in  distress. 

5  He  bids  the  winds  their  wrath  assuage, 
The  stormy  winds  forbear  their  rage; 

*  Elixir,  a  stronglv  infused  medicine. 

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296  PSALM  107. 

The  joyful  crew  abandon  fear, 
And  hail  the  welcome  haven  near. 
6  O  may  the  seaman's  song  record 
The  wond'rous  goodness  of  the  Lord; 
Let  every  tongue,  let  every  pen, 
Declare  his  love  to  sinful  men. 

PSALM  107.    C.  M. 
The  mariner's  psalm. 

1  COME  ye,  who  trade  in  floating  ships, 

And  seas  and  tempests  dare; 
Come,  praise  Jehovah  with  your  lips, 
And  all  his  works  declare. 

2  At  his  command  the  winds  arise, 

And  swell  the  towering  waves; 
The  men  astonish'd  mount  the  skies, 
And  sink  in  gaping  graves. 

3  Again  they  ride  the  swelling  surge, 

And  piunge  in  deeps  again, 
Their  constant  way  thro  dangers  urge, 
Or  shift  their  course  in  vain. 

4  What  fears,  what  agonies  are  felt, 

To  move  the  sons  of  steel, 
Their  hearts  with  inward  trouble  melt, 
And  they  like  drunkards  reel. 

5  Amaz'd  to  hear  the  tempest  roar, 

They  pant  with  fluttering  breath; 
And  hopeless  of  the  distant  shore, 
Expect  immediate  death. 

6  Then  to  the  Lord  they  raise  their  cries, 

He  hears  the  loud  request, 
And  ordering  silence  thro  the  skies, 
He  lays  the  floods  to  rest. 

7  Sailors  rejoice  to  lose  their  fears, 

And  breathe  a  milder  air; 


PSALM  107-  297 

Now  to  their  eyes  the  port  appears, 

And  all  around  is  fair. 
2  'Tis  God,  who  brings  them  safe  to  land, 

Let  stupid  mortals  know, 
That  waves  are  under  his  command, 

And  all  the  winds  that  blow. 
9  O  praise  Jehovah  in  your  psalm, 

And  all  his  love  record; 
'Tis  God,  who  does  the  tempest  calm, 

Praise  ye  the  sovreign  Lord. 

PSALM  107.    Last  part.    L.  M. 
Nations  blest  and  furnished. 

1  WHEN  God,  provoked  with  during  crimes, 
Scourges  the  madness  of  the  times, 

He  turns  the  fields  to  barren  sands, 
And  drives  the  rivers  from  the  lands. 

2  His  word  both  peace  and  plenty  brings, 
At  his  command  the  season  springs; 
And  when  the  barren  earth  grows  dry, 
He  sends  a  blessing  from  the  sky. 

3  Where  nothing  dwelt  but  beasts  of  prey, 
Or  men  as  fierce  and  wild  as  they, 

To  deserts  wild  his  saints  withdraw 
To  shun  the  power  of  tyrant  law. 

4  The  forest  grows  a  fruitful  field, 
The  stubborn  oaks  before  them  yield, 
The  soil  improv'd  they  plant  and  sow, 
And  God  in  goodness  makes  it  grow. 

5  Thus  are  they  blest;  but  if  they  sin, 
He  lets  the  heathen  nations  in; 

A  savage  crew  invade  their  lands, 
Their  princes  die  by  barbarous  hands. 

6  Their  captive  sons  expos'd  to  scorn, 
Wander  unpitied  and  forlorn; 


298  PSALM  108. 

They  live  opprest  with  numerous  woes, 
Or  fall  the  victims  of  their  foes. 

7  But  if  ti'.e  nation  prest  with  fears, 
To  God  confess  their  sins  with  tears, 
The  Lord  again  becomes  their  Rock, 
And  gives  them  children  like  a  flock. 

8  The  righteous  with  a  joyful  sense, 
Admire  the  works  of  providence; 
And  tongues  of  atheists  shall  no  more 
Blaspheme  the  God  whom  saints  adore. 

9  How  few  with  pious  care  record, 
The  wond'rous  dealings  of  the  Lord; 
But  wise  observers  ever  find 

The  Lord  is  holy,  just  and  kind. 

PSALM  108.   Part  1.  C.   M. 
A  song-  of  praise. 

1  MINE  heart  is  fixt,  eternal  King, 

To  thee  my  voice  I  raise, 
To  thee  will  I  give  thanks  and  sing, 
Triumphing  in  thy  praise. 

2  Among  the  people  of  thy  care, 

And  thro  the  nations  round, 
Glad  songs  for  thee  will  I  prepare, 
The  bills  shall  praise  resound. 

3  Awake,  mine  harp,  begin  to  play, 

Let  music  stir  the  muse; 
Awake,  my  soul,  without  delay, 
And  some  sweet  anthem  chuse. 

4  Exalt  thy  throne,  eternal  God, 

High  o'er  this  heavenly  frame; 
Let  nations  tremble  at  thy  nod, 
And  sinners  fear  thy  name. 

5  Above  the  clouds,  o'er  every  star, 

Thy  power  and  glory  reach; 


PSALM  108.  299 

Who  dares  to  call  thee  to  his  bar, 

Or  who  thy  truth  to  'impeach.* 
6  But  God  will  hear  our  humble  call, 

And  save  with  his  right  hand; 
Tho  tottering  worlds  and  empires  fall, 

Yet  Zion  long  must  stand. 

PSALM  108.  Part  2.  C.  M. 
God  rules  uver  all. 

\  THE  Lord  hath  sworn  with  solemn  voice, 
"  I  scorn  the  sons  of  pride, 
I  will  o'er  all  my  foes  rejoice, 
And  I  '11  the  prey  divide. 

2  I  rule  o'er  all  by  right  divine, 

To  God  the  power  belongs; 
I  call  my  saints  for  ever  mine, 
And  I  '11  avenge  their  wrongs. 

3  The  strong  shall  know  the  almighty  God, 

For  I  defend  the  weak, 
I  use  the  'oppressor  as  my  rod, 
And  then  the  rod  I  break. 

4  My  wrath  shall  strike  the  guilty  thro, 

And  give  the  weary  rest, 
The  world  shall  know  what  God  can  do 
To  make  the  nations  blest. 

5  But  who  shall  first  conflict  with  power, 

And  break  the  galling  chains? 
Who  but  the  Lord  can  storm  the  tower, 
Where  vile  oppression  reigns? 

6  Come,  Jesus,  lead  the  conquering  van, 

On  haughty  tyrants  tread; 
Come  and  defend  the  rights  of  man, 
And  far  thy  conquest  spread! 

*  To  impeach,  to  accuse. 

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300  PSALM  109. 

7  Exalted  Savior,  now  appear, 

The  saints  thine  aid  implore; 

O  give  us  help  for  death  is  near, 

And  man  can  help  no  more. 

8  Thou  wilt  inspire  us  for  the  storm, 

With  valor's  purest  flame, 
And  we  shall  wond'rous  feats  perform, 
In  thy  tremendous  name. 

PSALM  109.  C.  M. 
Slander  and  treason  complained  of. 

1  HOLD  not  thy  peace,  O  God  my  praise, 

But  put  my  foes  to  shame; 
Behold  what  slanders  sinners  raise 
Against  mine  injur'd  name. 

2  The  restless  tongue  with  envious  strife, 

And  deep  invention  tries, 
To  blast  my  name,  destroy  my  life, 
And  fill  the  world  with  lies. 

3  They  for  my  love  have  hatred  shown, 

For  good  have  ill  repaid; 
But  I  '11  to  God  my  cause  make  known, 
And  seek  his  powerful  aid. 

4  The  sons  of  treason  near  me  stand, 

To  watch  mine  overthrow; 
Whiie  Satan  guides  the  secret  hand, 
And  aims  the  deadly  blow. 

5  But  God  shall  cut  the  wicked  off 

In  some  decisive  hour; 
The  men,  who  make  his  name  a  scoff, 
His  vengeance  must  devour. 

6  As  fools  in  cursing  take  delight, 

Nor  are  to  blessing  given, 
So  shall  they  perish  from  his  sight, 
To  death  and  darkness  driven. 


PSALM  109.  301 

7  The  poor  in  God  shall  find  a  friend, 

He  saves  the  humble  souls; 
In  vain  their  powerful  foes  contend, 
For  God  their  rage  controls. 

8  Now  will  I  join  the  joyful  throngs 

That  triumph  o'er  the  proud; 
I  '11  bless  my  Savior  in  my  songs, 
And  sing  his  praise  aloud. 

PSALM  109.    L.  M. 
Love  to  enemies  from  the  examjile  of  Christ, 

1  JEHOVAH  loves  our  sinful  race, 

His  love  in  Christ  shall  be  my  theme, 
For  thousands  spurn  his  offer'd  grace, 
And  daring  infidels  blaspheme. 

2  When  in  the  form  of  mortal  man, 

Jesus  to  save  us  sinners  came, 
Slander  in  torrents  o'er  him  ran, 
And  lies  defil'd  his  sacred  name. 

3  With  words  of  hatred,  not  applause, 

The  sons  of  earth  beset  him  'round, 
Became  his  foes  without  a  cause, 

But  Christ  in  fervent  prayer  was  found. 

4  'Twas  pity  brought  him  from  above, 

But  when  in  sinners'  place  he  stood, 
They  show'd  him  enmity  for  love, 
And  render'd  evil  for  his  good. 

5  They  nail'd  him  to  the  'accursed  tree, 

But  when  his  murderers  pierc'd  him  thro, 
"  Forgive  them,  O  my  God,  said  he, 
Father,  they  know  not  what  they  do." 

6  Lord,  shall  thy  bright  example  shine, 

Like  heavenly  light  before  the  blind; 
O  for  a  soul  akin  to  thine, 

To  friends  and  foes  divinely  kind. 


302  PSALM  110. 

7  Now  I  mine  envious  foes  forgive, 
From  me  let  malice  far  be  driven; 
So  shall  my  soul  for  ever  live, 

And  know  her  numerous  sins  forgiven. 

PSALM  110.    Part  1.    L.  M. 
Christ  exalted  and  sinners  converted. 

1  JEHOVAH  thus  addrest  my  Lord, 

"  At  my  right  hand  come  take  thy  seat, 
'Till  all  thy  foes  accurst,  abhorr'd, 
Became  a  footstool  at  thy  feet. 

2  The  rod  of  strength  from  Zion  goes, 

The  word  of  truth  that  mercy  sends, 
Rule  thou,  my  Son,  amid  thy  foes, 
Convert  thine  enemies  to  friends. 

3  'Tis  thine  to  give  the  power  to  will, 

Thy  spirit  forms  the  soul  anew, 
And  grace  descends  from  Zion's  hill 

Soft  as  the  drops  of  morning  dew. 
1  Yes,  I  have  sworn  nor  can  repent, 

A  priest  for  ever  thou  shalt  be, 
As  in  thine  order  once  I  sent, 

Melchisedeck  the  type  of  thee. 

5  Great  is  thy  power,  almighty  God, 

Then  what  can  feeble  rebels  do; 
The  kings,  who  dare  thy  dreadful  rod, 
Shall  feel  thy  vengeance  strike  them  thro. 

6  The  sword  that  from  thy  mouth  proceeds, 

Shall  fill  the  world  with  millions  slain; 
Victorious  in  triumphant  deeds, 

Thousands  of  thousands  fill  thy  train. 

7  As  conquerers  stoop  to  drink  the  stream, 

And  then  pursue  their  glorious  way; 


psalm  no.  303 

So  thou  beneath  the  sultry  gleam* 
Shah  in  the  brook  thy  thirst  allay." 

PSALM  110.    Part  2.    L.  M. 
The  kingdom  and  fir iest hood  of  Christ. 

1  THE 'eternal- Father  gave  command, 

And  thus  to  God  the  Son  he  swore; 
u  Thy  priesthood  shall  for  ever  stand, 
And  change  from  hand  to  hand  no  more, 

2  Aaron,  and  all  his  sons  must  die, 

But  everlasting  life  is  thine, 
To  save  for  ever  those,  who  fly 
For  refuge  from  the  wrath  divine. 

3  Melchisedeck  was  made  by  me 

An  holy  priest  and  monarch  both; 
And  in  his  order  thou  shalt  be 

A  King  and  Priest  by  solemn  oath." 

4  Jesus  our  King  ascends  his  throne, 

The  word  of  power  from  Zion  goes! 
Jesus  our  Priest  has  blood  alone, 
Effectual  to  subdue  his  foes. 

5  His  hand  shall  strike  proud  monarchs  thro, 

Who  dare  against  the  Lord  to  rise, 
Then  what  can  feeble  sinners  do, 
Who  God's  almighty  Son  despise. 

6  The  heads  o'er  many  countries  plac'd, 

Expire  beneath  the  fatal  wound, 
Dethron'd,  unboried,  and  (iisgrac'd, 
Their  lifeless  bodies  strew  the  ground. 

7  To  do  what  Jesus  undertook. 

Not  thirst  can  Ion?  detain  the  Son, 
He  stoops  to  drink  the  purling  brook, 
But  stops  not  till  the  cause  is  won. 

*  Gleam,  sudden  luster,  dazel  of  arms. 


304  PSALM  no. 

PSALM  110.    Part  3.  L.  M. 
The  conversion  of  the  Gentiles. 
\  THUS  God  the  'eternal  Father  spake 
To  Christ  the  Son;  ascend  and  sit 
At  my  right  hand,  till  I  shall  make 
Repenting  foes  to  thee  submit. 
2  From  Zion  shall  thy  word  proceed, 
Thy  word  the  scepter  in  thine  hand, 
Shall  make  the  hearts  of  rebels  bleed, 
And  bow  their  wills  to  thy  command. 
4  That  day  shall  show  thy  royal  state, 

When  sinners  feel  the  power  of  grace. 
And  thousands  croud  thy  temple  gate 
To  see  the  beauties  of  thy  face. 

4  O  blessed  power!  O  glorious  day! 

When  God  creates  our  souls  anew, 
And  converts,  who  his  grace  obey, 
Exceed  the  drops  of  morning  dew. 

5  Dear  Savior,  let  thy  power  and  truth 

Convert  our  souls,  subdue  our  sins, 
Till  from  the  morning  of  thy  youth, 
The  brighter  day  of  heaven  begins. 

PSALM  110.   C  M. 
The  success  of  the  gos/iet. 

1  JESUS  our  Kiner,  ascend  thy  throne, 

And  near  thy  Father  sit; 
From  Zion  shall  thy  power  be  known, 
And  stubborn  foes  submit. 

2  What  tbo  thy  followers  now  be  few, 

Thy  saints  shall  yet  surpass 
The  numerous  drops  of  morning  dew, 
Or  countless  spires  of  grass. 
o  The  Lord  hath  sworn  with  lifted  hand, 
Nor  changes  what  he  swore; 


PSALM  111.  305 

"  Thy  priesthood  shall  for  ever  stand, 

When  Aaron's  is  no  more. 
Melchizedeck  was  made  by  me 

A  king  by  soiemn  oath; 
And  in  his  order  thou  shalt  be 

A  Priest  and  Monarch  both." 
Jesus  our  Priest  for  ever  lives, 

To  plead  for  us  above; 
Jesus  our  King  for  ever  gives 

The  blessings  of  his  love. 
God  shall  exalt  his  glorious  head, 

And  his  high  throne  maintain, 
Shall  strike  the  powers  and  princes  dead, 

Who  dare  to  'oppose  his  reign. 

PSALM  111.    Part  1.    C.  M. 
The  wisdom  of  God  in  his  works. 
SONGS  of  immortal  praise  belong 

To  God  the  'eternal  King, 
Join,  O  my  soul,  the  'assembled  throng, 

And  thy  Creator  sing. 
How  great  the  works  his  hand  has  wrought! 

How  glorious  in  our  sight! 
And  men  in  every  age  have  sought 

His  wonders  with  delight. 
Creation  shows  his  skillful  hand, 

The  stars  around  us  shine; 
How  fast  the  works  of  nature  stand, 

And  prove  his  power  divine. 
But  when  his  love  our  race  redeem'd, 

And  sav'd  the  world  from  hell, 
The  God  of  grace  in  wisdom  seem'd 

His  works  of  power  to  'excell! 
Nature  and  time  and  earth  and  skies. 

His  heavenly  skill  proclaim; 


306  PSALM  111. 

What  shall  we  do  to  make  us  wise, 
But  learn  to  read  his  name. 
6  To  fear  his  power,  to  trust  his  grace, 
Is  our  divinest  skill; 
And  he  9s  the  wisest  of  our  race, 
Who  best  obeys  his  will. 

PSALM  111.    Part  2.    C  M. 
The  perfections  of  God. 

1  HARMONIOUS  let  us  all  unite, 

And  join  the  choirs  above; 
The  wond'rous  works  of  God  invite 
To  sing  redeeming  love. 

2  Ye  saints,  proclaim  what  God  has  done> 

And  spread  abroad  his  praise; 
Lift  up  your  hearts  to  heaven  as  one, 
And  high  your  voices  raise. 

3  The  Lord  has  made  his  mercy  known, 

And  well  preform'd  his  grace, 

He  has  in  Christ  to  millions  shown, 

How  much  he  loves  our  race. 

4  His  Son  the  great  Redeemer  came, 

To  seal  his  covenant  sure, 

Holy  and  reverend  is  his  name, 

His  ways  are  just  and  pure. 

5  How  glorious  all  his  works  appear. 

He  sends  his  spirit  now, 
To  fill  our  hearts  with  holy  fear, 
Our  wills  to  sweetly  bow. 

6  They  who  would  grow  divinely  wise, 

Must  with  his  fear  begin; 
Our  fairest  proof  of  knowledge  lies 
In  hating  every  sin. 


PSALM  112.  307 

PSALM  112.  As  the  113th. 
The  blcsaings  of  the  liberal  man. 

1  BLEST  is  the  man,  who  stands  in  awe 
Of  God,  and  loves  his  holy  law, 

His  name  on  earth  shall  be  renown'd; 
His  house  shail  be  the  seat  of  wealth, 
With  virtuous  peace  and  ruddy  health, 

His  numerous  offspring  shall  be  crovvn'd. 

2  His  goodness  far  abroad  extends, 

To  some  he  gives,  to  some  he  lends, 

A  generous  pity  fills  his  mind; 
But  giving  ne'er  his  wealth  impairs, 
Discretion  guides  his  whole  affairs, 
To  make  him  just  as  well  as  kind. 
J  Known  to  posterity  his  alms 
With  fragrant  scent  his  name  embalms, 

The  sweet  remembrance  of  the  just, 
Shall  flourish  like  a  sprouting  root, 
The  virtuous  sprouts  that  from  him  shoot, 
Shall  grow  by  his  immortal  dust. 
V  When  God  the  guilty  world  reproves, 
And  earth  from  its  foundation  moves, 

His  stedfust  heart  is  not  afraid; 
No  dismal  tidings  can  surprise 
The  man,  whose  faith  on  God  relies, 
Secure  in  his  protecting  aid. 
I  "  This  is  the  man  (the  poor  shall  say) 
Who  did  our  miseries  oft  allay, 

His  righteous:  f.ss  shall  long  remain;'" 
With  honor  God  exalts  his  horn, 
The  pioud  behold  with  silent  scorn, 
Or  speak  against  his  name  in  vain. 
\  With  gnashing  teeth  the  wicked  see 
The  man,  who  ?>ets  the  nations  free, 

2D 


308  PSALM  112. 

And  gladly  would  his  power  control; 
Far  as  the  force  of  truth  is  felt 
He  makes  the  cold  affections  melt, 

Touch'd  with  the  fire  that  warms  his  soul 

PSALM  112.  L.  M. 

Liberality  rewarded. 

1  THRICE  happy  man,  divinely  just, 
Who  makes  the  Lord  his  fear  and  trust, 
Who  keeps  the  law  with  great  delight, 
And  trembles  in  his  Maker's  sight. 

2  Compassion  dwells  within  his  mind, 
To  work*  of  mercy  much  inclin'd, 
He  lends  the  poor  some  present  aid, 
Or  gives  them  not  to  be  repaid. 

3  What'er  he  gives  the  sons  of  need, 
Shall  fall  in  blessings  on  his  seed, 
The  God  of  heaven  shall  well  lepuy 
That  bread  so  nobly  cast  away. 

4  When  times  grow  dark  and  tidings  spread 
That  fill  his  neighbors  'round  with  dread, 
He  views  impending  danger  nigh, 
Rejoicing  in  the  Lord  most  high. 

5  His  heart  is  fixt,  his  eyes  shall  see 
His  children  blest,  his  country  free, 
His  name  in  long  remembrance  had-, 
Shall  make  the  hearts  of  thousands  glad. 

6  In  vain  the  proud  his  way  beset, 
And  at  his  rising  greatness  fret, 

His  name  on  earth  shall  long  remain, 
And  envious  sinners  fret  in  \ain. 

PSALM  112    C.  M. 

Compassion  to  the  floor. 
1  THRICE  happy  man,  whose  word  becalms 
The  storms  of  human  grief; 


PSALM  113.  309 

Unask'd  the  poor  receive  his  alms, 
Nor  wait  the  slow  relief. 
2  When  plung'd  in  waves  and  toss'd  with  storms 
Some  beams  of  light  shall  shine, 
To  show  the  world  what  grace  performs, 
To  prove  that  grace  divine. 
5  As  pity  dwells  within  his  breast, 
To  help  the  sons  of  need, 
So  God  shall  answer  his  request, 
With  blessings  on  his  seed. 

4  No  dismal  tidings  shall  surprise 

His  well  establish'd  mind; 
His  soul  to  God  his  refuge  flies, 
And  leaves  his  fears  behind. 

5  His  works  of  patience,  faith  and  love, 

The  wond'ring  world  revere, 
Eternal  joys  are  his  above, 
And  fame  his  portion  here. 

PSALM  113.  Proper  tune. 
The  majesty  and  condescension  of  God. 

1  COME  ye,  who  love  to  serve  the  Lord, 
The  honors  of  his  name  record, 

Let  every  sea,  let  every  shore, 
Whene'er  the  circling  sun  displays, 
His  rising  beams  or  setting  rays, 

His  goodness  and  his  grace  adore. 

2  Nor  time,  nor  nature's  narrow  rounds, 
Can  give  his  vast  dominion  bounds, 

The  heavens  are  far  below  our  God; 
Let  no  created  greatness  try 
With  his  eternal  power  to  vie, 

Arm'd  with  his  all-destroying  rod. 

3  High  o'er  the  heavens  Jehovah  reigns, 
But  in  surprizing  goodness  deigns 


510  PSALM  113. 

To  bless  the  heavenly  hosts  above; 
But  more  he  bows  his  glodou :■>  head, 
To  view  the  ground  on  which  we  tread, 

And  cast  on  man  the  look  of  love. 

4  It  is  thy  power,  O  God  of  grace, 
Sustains  our  lives,  prolongs  our  race, 

And  keeps  alive  the  heavenly  fire; 
Shouldst  thou  withhold  thy  living  breath, 
The  world  would  sink  in  instant  death, 

And  all  the  race  of  man  expire. 

5  The  Lord  directs  terrestrial  things, 
'Tis  from  his  word  existence  springs, 

Promotion  is  his  gift  alone; 
He  makes  the  'oppressed  nadon  free, 
Exaits  the  man  of  low  degree, 

And  sets  a  shepherd  on  the  throne. 

6  The  barren  in  his  love  rejoice, 

When  Hannah  like  with  suppliant  voice, 
The  praying  childless  saint  complains; 
The  mother  tells  what  God  has  done, 
And  smiling  thanks  him  for  her  son; 
Praise  ye  the  Lord  in  lofty  strains. 

PSALM  113.  Part  1.  L.  M. 
God  sovrtign  and  gracious. 

1  YE  servants  of  the  'almighty  King, 
In  every  land  his  praises  sine; 

Let  every  creature. bless  his  name, 
That  sees  the  sun  or  feels  his  flame. 

2  In  God  a  thousand  glories  meet, 
The  stars  are  far  beneath  his  feet; 
But  unconfin'd  by  time  and  place, 
He  dwells  in  uncreated  space, 

3  Enthron'd  in  pure  etherial  light, 

The  heavens  are  darkness  in  his  sight, 


PSALM  113.  311 

On  him  astonish'd  angels  gaze, 
And  shine  and  dazle  in  his  blaze. 

4  His  darkest  spot  by  far  outvies, 
The  brightest  seraph  of  the  skies, 
Angels  before  the  Lord  grow  dim, 
Then  where  's  the  man  that  equals  him: 

5  How  wond'rous  are  his  acts  of  love, 
He  stoops  to  view  the  things  above! 
And  condescends  yet  more  to  know. 
The  mean  affairs  of  men  below! 

6  His  sovreign  hand  exalts  the  just, 
He  takes  the  needy  from  the  dust, 
And  doHi  the  'obscure  to  glory  raise. 
Bless  ye  the  Lord  in  songs  of  praise. 

PSALM  113.    Part  2.    L.  M. 

Marriage. 

1  PRAISE  ye  the  Lord,  his  living  breath 
Repairs  the  wastes  of  time  and  death, 
His  spirit  doth  our  race  restore, 

Or  man  would  cease  and  be  no  more. 

2  ' Twas  at  his  word  the  world  began, 
He  breath'd  and  form'd  a  living  man, 
Imprest  his  image  on  his  mind, 
And  made  him  parent  of  his  kind. 

3  'Tis  the  same  God  of  power  and  grace, 
Who  yet  preserves  our  dying  race, 
And  his  almighty  breath  employs, 

To  new  create  what  death  destroys. 

4  A  thousand  links,  a  thousand  chains, 
Of  different  species,  God  sustains* 
He  holds  creation  link  to  link, 

Nor  lets  the  chain  of  being  sink. 

5  The  barren  smile,  and  saints  rejoice 
To  hear  his  all-creating  voice, 

2D^ 


312  PS\LM  114. 

Tho  Sarah  ninety  years  be  past, 
The  promis'd  seed  is  born  at  last. 

6  With  joy  the  mother  views  her  son, 
And  tells  the  wonders  God  has  done; 

Faith  may  grow  strong  when  sense  despairs, 
If  nnture  fail,  the  promise  bears. 

7  Ye  saints,  adore  the  Father's  name, 
Burn  in  his  love,  and  blow  the  flame, 
Let  virtuous  ardor  tire  your  love, 
Praise  ye  the  Lord,  who  reigns  above. 

PSALM  111.    L.  M. 

Miracles  attending  Israel's  journey. 

1  WHEN  Israel  first  from  Egypt  fled, 
And  God  their  wond'rous  marches  led, 
They  left  a  land  by  tongue  estrang'd, 
And  thro  the  world  like  pilgrims  rang'd. 

2  Across  the  deep  their  journey  lay, 
The  deep  divides  to  make  then)  way, 

Thy  streams,  O  Jordan,  turn'd  their  course* 
And  backward  ran  to  meet  thy  source. 

3  Like  rams  the  mountains  skip  for  fear, 
Like  frighted  lambs  the  hills  appear; 
Horeb  and  Sinai  trembling  stand, 
Conscious  of  sovreign  power  at  hand. 

4  What  power  could  make  the  sea  divide, 
Make  Jordan  backwark  roll  his  tide? 

O  sea,  declare  what  aii'd  the  deep? 
Why  did  the  mountains  skip  like  sheep? 

5  Let  every  mountain,  every  wave, 
Retire,  arid  know  that  God  can  save; 
Let  trembling  earth  his  power  adore, 
And  dare  to  oppress  the  saints  no  more. 

6  Behold  he  smites  the  flinty  rock, 
The  hardest  stone  preceives  the  shock, 


PSALM  115.  313 

Nature  obeys  her  sovreign  King, 
And  rocks  with  living  fountains  spring. 

PSALM  115     First  meter. 
The  true  God  our  refuge. 

1  *TIS  not  to  man  that  praise  is  clue, 

'Tis  not  to  man  our  songs  we  raise, 
O  Lord,  thou  wise,  thou  just,  and  true, 
Thy  name  alone  deserves  our  praise. 

2  Thy  powerful  name  on  earth  display, 

Defend  thy  saints  from  every  wrong, 
Why  should  insulting  heathens  say, 

"  Ah,  where  \  the  God  you  serv'd  so  long!" 
5  God,  whom  we  serve,  let  atheists  know, 
Has  power  to  save,  and  power  to  kill, 
Ye  worlds  above,  and  worlcs  below, 
With  awe  profound  obey  his  will. 

4  But  the  dumb  idols  fools  adore 

Are  senseless  shapes  of  stone  and  wood; 
In  vain  such  idols  fools  implore, 

Their  gods  can  do  their  souls  no  good. 

5  In  human  form  they  carve  them  well, 

And  give  them  feet  that  cannot  walk, 
The  nose  was  never  made  to  smell, 
Nor  was  the  tongue  design'd  to  talk. 
S  The  makers,  and  the  gods  are  blind, 
And  none  but  fools  in  idols  trust; 
Their  faith  betrays  a  sordid*  mind, 

Who  look  for  help  from  glittering  dust. 
f  Israel,  come  make  the  Lord  thine  hope, 
Trust  in  thine  helper  and  thy  shield; 
What  power  can  with  Jehovah  cope,* 
Or  drive  the  thunderer  from  the  field! 
*  The  heavenly  world  to  God  belongs, 
But  earth  below  to  man  he  gave, 
*  To  cope,  to  contend. 
t  Sordid,  mean,  base. 


314  PSALM  115. 

O,  crown  him  King  in  all  your  songs, 

And  tell  the  world  his  power  to  save. 

9  The  dead  no  more  can  praise  the  Lord, 

But  awful  silence  reigns  around, 

Then  while  we  live  let  every  chord, 

In  sweetest  notes  his  praise  resound. 

PSALM  115.  Second  meter,  as  the  new  50th. 
Idolatry  reproved. 

1  'TIS  not  to  man,  O  God,  thou  just  and  true, 
'Tis  not  to  sinful  man  that  praise  is  due, 
Thy  power    and  grace,  thy  truth  and  justice 

claim 
Immortal  honors  to  thy  sovreign  name, 
Shine  thro  the  clouds  and  show  thy  thunder- 
ing rod, 
Whv  should   the  heathen  ask  us  u  where  is 
'God?" 

2  Heaven  is  thy  throne,  let  rebel  sinners  know, 
What  God  decrees  is  done  on  earth  below, 
His  piercing  eyes  both  heaven  and  earth  per-i 

vade, 

But  fools  adore  the  gods  their  hands  have  made,; 
The  kneeling  croud  with  looks  devout  behold* 
Their  silver  saviors  and  their  saints  of  gold. 

3  Vain  are  those  artful  shapes  of  eyes  and  ears} 
The  molten  image  neither  sees  nor  hears, 
Fixt  on  his  feet  the  lifeless  idol  stands. 

Nor  stirs  his  feet,  nor  lifts  his  useless  hnnds; 
Yet  sottish  mortals  make  their  long  complaints. 
To  hanging  pictures,  or  to  standing  saints. 

4  Be  heaven  and  earth  amaz'd!  'Tis  hard  tofind. 
Which  of  the  twain  is  most  profoundly  blind, 
The  wooden  god,  or  man,  who  thinks  it  sees 
And  trusts  a  savior  form'd  of  fallen  trees, 


PSALM  116.  315 

To  make  a  god  he  lifts  the  cunning  tool, 
But  in  his  wisdom  proves  himself  a  fool. 

5  Israel,  come  make  the  living  God  thine  hope, 
No  power  can  with  the  'almighty  Savior  cope, 
Christ  is  thine  helper,  Christ  thine  heavenly 

shield, 
Not  death    can  drive  the  conquerer  from  the 

field; 
When  on  the  cross  he  bow'd  his  glorious  head, 
O'er   death    he  triumph'd,  rose,  and  left  the 

dead. 

6  In  God  we  trust,  his  mercy  saints  implore, 

H    will  increase  his  saint*  yet  more  and  more; 
AYe  '11  bless  his  name  while  death  our  race  de- 
vour s» 
For  God  is  good,  to  bless  both  us  and  ours; 
Let  small  and  great  unite  with  one  accord, 
And  join  the  'eternal  song,  praise  ye  the  Lord. 

PSALM  116.  Part  1.  C  M. 

Recovery  from  sickness. 

1  I  LOVE  the  Lord,  he  hear'd  my  cries, 

And  pitied  every  groan, 
Long  as  I  live,  when  troubles  rise, 
I  '11  hasten  to  his  throne. 

2  His  hand  unloos'd  the  painful  bond 

In  which  I  sorrowing  lay; 
O,  may  my  soul  no  more  despond, 
While  I  have  breath  to  pray. 

3  My  flesh  declin'd,  my  spirits  fell, 

And  I  drew  near  the  dead, 
While  inward  pangs  and  fears  of  hell, 
Perplext  my  wakeful  head. 

4  I  thus  invok'd  my  Savior's  name, 

"  Make  haste,  O  Lord,  to  save," 


316  PSALM   116. 

To  my  relief  the  Savior  came. 
And  snatcn'd  me  from  the  grave. 

5  Jesus  beheld  me  sore  distrest, 

And  did  my  fears  control, 
Return,  my  soul,  to  God  thy  rest, 
For  God  has  blest  my  soul. 

6  'Twas  God,  who  sav'd  my  soul  from  death, 

And  dry'd  my  falling  tears; 
Now  to  his  praise  I  '11  spend  my  breath, 
And  my  remaining  years. 

PSALM    116.  Part  2.  C.  M. 
The  cufi  of  salvation. 

1  WHAT  shall  I  render  God  my  King, 

Who  does  such  grace  afford? 
What  grateful  offering  shall  I  bring, 
For  health  again  restor'd? 

2  I  '11  take  the  cup,  the  sacred  cup, 

That  Jesus  gave  us  all, 
And  in  his  holy  presence  sup, 
While  on  his  name  I  call. 

3  Among  the  saints,  a  praising  throng, 

I  '11  celebrate  his  love; 
Angels  shall  join  the  cheerful  song, 
In  loftier  strains  above. 

4  Our  heavenly  Father  with  delight, 

Looks  down  on  suffering  saints, 
Their  death  is  precious  in  his  sight, 
He  pities  their  complaints. 

5  I,  Lord,  am  thine,  by  solemn  oath 

I  bind  myself  to  thee; 
Behold  thy  Son,  and  servant  both, 
And  keep  thy  servant  free. 
S  Here  in  thy  courts  I  leave  my  vow, 
And  thy  rich  grace  record; 


PSALM  117,118.  317 

Witness,  ye  saints,  who  hear  me  now, 
If  I  forsake  the  Lord. 

PSALM  117.  O.  M. 

Praise  to  Gcd  from  all  nations. 

1  O,  PRAISE  the  Lord,  with  sacred  joy 

And  heavenly  rapture  sing; 
Ye  nations,  all  your  tongues  employ 
To  bless  the  'eternal  King. 

2  How  great  to  man  his  mercies  seem, 

He  iov'd  our  sinful  race, 
And  did  the  world  from  hell  redeem, 
Praise  ye  the  God  of  grace. 

PSALM  117.  L.  M. 

1  FROM  all  who  dwell  below  the  skies, 
Let  the  Creator's  praise  arise; 

Let  the  Redeemet's  name  be  sung 
In  every  land,  by  every  tongue. 

2  Thy  mercies,  Lord,  are  great  and  sure, 
Thy  truth  for  ever  must  endure, 

Thy  praise  shall  sound  from  shore  to  shore. 
'Till  suns  shall  set  and  rise  no  more. 

PSALM  117.     S.  M. 

1  O,  PRAISE  the  'eternal  King, 

Who  reigns  in  heaven  above; 
For  joy  let  all  the  nations  sing, 
Triumphing  in  his  love. 

2  His  promises  stand  fast, 

His  favors  are  divine, 
His  truth  shall  earth  and  skies  outlast,. 
And  suns  and  stars  outshine. 

PSALM  118.    Part  1.  C.  M. 

Everlasting  mercy. 
X  GIVE  thanks  to  God  the  sovreign  Lord, 
Adore  the  Savior's  name; 


318  PSALM  118. 

People  and  priests  with  sweet  accord, 
His  heavenly  love  proclaim. 

2  Let  Israel  say,  let  Zion  tell, 

What  God  for  man  has  done, 
Who  to  redeem  the  world  from  hell, 
Gave  up  his  only  Son. 

3  Let  all  who  make  the  Lord  their  fear, 

Approach  his  sacred  face, 
With  humble  faith  and  love  draw  near, 
To  'accept  his  offer'd  grace. 

4  He  saw  us  plung'd  in  deep  distress, 

And  brought  salvation  nigh; 
O,  for  a  shousand  tongues  to  bless 
The  God,  who  reigns  on  high. 

PSALM  118.    Part  2.    C.  M. 

Deliverance  from  a  tumult. 

1  THE  Lord  my  Savior  now  appears, 

Jehovah  hears  me  call; 
Adieu  my  foes,  adieu  my  fears. 
For  I  shall  never  fall. 

2  His  eyes  support  my  sinking  heart, 

But  look  the  oppressor  thro; 
And  since  my  Savior  takes  my  part, 
Ah!  what  can  sinners  do? 

3  'Tis  safer,  Lord,  to  trust  in  thee, 

And  have  my  God  my  friend, 
Than  trust  in  men  of  high  degree, 
And  on  their  truth  depend. 

4  Great  were  my  fears,  my  foes  were  strong, 

But  hope  prevail'd  at  length, 
'And  God  has  now  become  my  song, 
My  Savior  and  my  strength. 

5  Heroic  deeds  his  hand  achieves, 

For  when  the  foe  assaults. 


PSALM  118.  319 

His  valiant  arm  my  soul  relieves, 
His  grace  forgives  my  faults. 

6  What  swarms  of  foes  like  angry  bees, 

Thro  faith  I  soon  o'ercame, 
They  rag'd  like  fire  among  the  trees, 
But  God  subdu'd  the  flame. 

7  I  shall  not  die,  but  live  to  praise 

My  Savior  and  my  King, 
High  as  the  heavens  my  voice  I  raise, 
And  my  Redeemer  sing. 

PSALM  118.   Part.  3.  C.  M. 
A  narrow  escape. 

1  LORD,  thou  hast  heard  thy  servant  cry, 

And  rescu'd  from  the  grave; 
Now  shall  he  live,  for  who  can  die 
If  God  resolve  to  save? 

2  Thy  praise  more  constant  than  before, 

Shall  fill  his  daily  breath, 
The  hand  that  first  chastis'd  him  sore, 
Defends  him  still  from  death. 

3  O,  Zion,  wide  unfold  thy  gate, 

To  let  the  righteous  thro, 
In  thee  will  I  my  joys  relate, 
And  tell  what  God  can  do. 

4  Among  the  assemblies  of  thy  saints, 

My  thankful  voice  I  '11  raise, 
There  have  I  told  thee  my  complaints, 
And  there  I  '11  sing  thy  praise. 

PSALM  118.    Part  4.    C.  M. 
Christ  the  foundation  of  the  church. 
1  BEHOLD  the  sure  foundation  Rock, 
Jesus  the  corner  stone, 
Supports  the  church  in  every  shock. 
And  bears  its  weight  alone, 

2E 


320  PSALM  118. 

2  Chosen  of  God,  to  sinners  dear, 

And  saints  adore  the  name, 
They  trust  their  whole  salvation  here, 
Nor  shall  they  suffer  shame. 

3  The  foolish  builders  fain  would  chuse 

A  stone  of  more  renown, 
They  Christ  the  living  stone  refuse, 
And  try  to  tread  him  down. 

4  The  Lord  has  made  their  counsels  vain, 

And  overrul'd  their  spite, 
This  stone  shall  well  the  rest  sustain, 
And  all  in  one  unite. 

5  In  vain  the  powers  of  hell  withstand, 

The  church  of  Christ  must  rise, 
Beyond  the  spreading  earth  expand, 
And  reach  above  the  skies. 

6  Long  shall  this  glorious  temple  shine, 

And  firm  as  rock  endure, 

The  building  is  a  work  divine, 

And  its  foundation  sure. 

PSALM  118.    Part  5.    C.  M. 
The  Lord's  day. 

1  THIS  sacred  day,  the  first  of  seven, 

Jehovah  calls  his  own; 
Let  earth  be  glad,  rejoice  O  heaven, 
And  make  his  conquests  known. 

2  To  day  he  'rose  and  left  the  dead, 

And  satan's  empire  fell; 
To  day  the  saints  his  triumph  spread, 
And  all  his  wonders  tell. 

3  Hozanna  to  the  'anointed  King, 

The  Son  with  glory  crown; 
Help  us,  O  Lord,  descend  and  bring 
The  (great  salvation  down. 

o 


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4  Glory  to  God,  who  death  o'ercame, 

And  set  us  sinners  free; 
Ten  thousand  honors  to  his  name, 
Who  bore  the  shameful  tree. 

5  Glory  to  God  in  highest  strains, 

The  church  on  earth  can  raise; 
The  highesi  heavens  in  which  he  reigns, 
Shall  give  him  nobler  praise. 

6  Hozaima  to  the  ascending  Lord, 

Who  takes  his  seat  above; 
Jesus,  tny  name  with  sweet  accord 
Shall  tune  our  hearts  to  love. 

PSALM  118    S.  M. 

The  corner  stone. 

1  BEHOLD  how  sinners  mock, 

And  Christ  the  stone  despise, 
Whom  God  ordain'd  to  be  the  Rock, 
On  which  the  church  should  rise. 

2  The  builders  fain  would  chuse, 

A  stone  of  finer  grain; 
But  God  elects  what  they  refuse, 
And  proves  their  wisdom  vain. 

3  In  spite  of  all  their  rage, 

Jesus  the  corner  stone, 
Supports  the  church  in  every  age, 
And  bears  its  weight  alone. 

4  The  work,  O  Lord,  is  thine, 

The  scribes  in  vain  oppose, 
This  day  declares  his  name  divine, 
This  day  the  Savior  rose. 

5  This  is  the  glorious  day 

That  our  Redeemer  blest, 
Let  us  rejoice,  and  sing,  and  pray, 
And  triumph  in  his  rest. 


322  PSALM  118. 

6  Hozanna  to  the  King, 

Who  rules  the  world  by  love, 
Bless  him,  ye  saints,  he  comes  to  bring 
Salvation  from  above. 

7  We  bless  thee,  Lord  of  lords, 

Who  set  us  sinners  free, 
And  fast  with  love's  eternal  cords, 
We  bind  our  souls  to  thee. 

PSALM  118.    L.  M. 
Salvation  in  a  despised  Redeemer. 

1   SEE  what  an  everlasting;  Rock 
The  Jewish  builders  dare  to  mock, 
Incens'd  with  rage,  and  fill'd  with  pride, 
They  throw  the  corner  stone  aside. 

•2  But  God  has  prov'd  their  envy  vain, 
This  stone  shall  all  the  lest  sustain, 
And  Zion  on  this  rock  be  built, 
In  spite  of  all  the  sons  of  guilt. 

3  Great  God,  the  work  is  all  divine, 
The  work  declares  the  Rlory  thine; 
While  all  the  saints  with  sweet  surprise, 
Behold  the  glorious  building  rise. 

4>  In  vain  the  powers  of  hell  oppose, 
All  hail  the  hour  on  which  he  'rose; 
Hozanna  let  his  name  be  blest, 
And  all  the  world  observe  his  rest. 

5  Praise  him,  ye  saints,  try  every  string 
To  sound  the  honors  of  your  Kii.g; 
Say,  live  for  ever,  glovious  Head. 
Who  'rose  triumphant  from  the  dead. 

PSALM  119.    Part  1.    C.  M. 
The  blessedness  of  the  saints, 
1   BLEST  are  the  kind  and  pure  in  heart, 
Whose  thoughts  are  all  sincere, 


PSALM  119.  323 

Who  never  from  their  God  depart, 
But  all  his  ways  revere. 

2  Blest  are  the  meek,  the  good,  the  just, 

Who  do  what  God  commands, 
Who  make  his  grace  their  only  trust, 
Yet  work  with  righteous  hands. 

3  Blest  are  the  men,  who  feel  within 

A  work  of  grace  begun, 
Who  fly  the  'enticing  paths  of  sin, 
And  all  temptation  shun. 

4  O,  that  the  Lord  would  be  my  guide, 

And  mark  my  doubtful  way; 
O,  that  my  feet  may  never  slide 
Nor  turn  the  least  astray. 

5  Then  shall  my  face  be  kept  from  shame, 

Mine  eyes' forbear  to  weep, 
When  I  respect  his  sacred  name, 
And  all  his  statutes  keep. 

6  With  upright  heart  and  pure  delight 

His  ways  I  Ml  now  pursue, 
For  I  have  learn'd  his  ways  are  right, 
And  all  his  judgments  true. 

7  I  '11  keep  the  path  my  Savior  trod, 

And  run  the  christian  race, 
Forsake  me  not,  eternal  God, 
Nor  hide  from  me  thy  face. 

PSALM  119.  Part  2.  C<  M. 
Youth  instructed  and  warned. 

1  HOW  shall  the  young  secure  their  hearts, 

And  shun  the  tempter's  snare? 

The  word  the  choicest  rules  imparts 

"  To  keep  the  heart  with  care." 

2  The  great  deceiver  first  begins, 

To  work  on  human  thought, 

2E2 


324  PSALM  119. 

The  busy  mind  conceives  the  sins, 
Before  the  deeds  are  wrought. 

3  Thy  word,  O  God,  I  '11  deeply  hide, 

Within  my  cautious  soul; 
I  '11  take  thy  counsels  for  my  guide, 
And  every  thought  control. 

4  With  all  mine  heart  I  '11  seek  thy  face, 

0  let  me  never  stray 

From  thy  commands,  O  God  of  grace, 
Nor  tread  the  sinner's  way. 

5  Blest  be  the  Lord,  for  ever  blest, 

His  word  instructs  my  mind, 
It  leads  my  soul  to  God  my  rest, 
And  there  my  peace  I  find. 

6  Now  shall  my  noblest  powers  rejoice, 

And  love  my  Savior  more; 
His  word  which  I  have  made  my  choice, 
Excells  the  richest  ore. 

7  His  word  is  everlasting  truth, 

How  pure  is  every  page! 
That  holy  book  shall  guide  my  youth, 
And  well  support  mine  age. 

PSALM  119.    Part  3.    C.  M. 
The  heavenly  pilgrim. 

1  LORD,  with  thy  servant  kindly  deal, 

His  numerous  sins  forgive, 
Restore  his  soul,  his  pardon  seal, 
And  let  an  exile  live. 

2  Instruct  mine  unenlighten'd  mind, 

The  veil  of  darkness  draw, 
That  I  may  read  thy  word  and  find 
The  wonders  in  thy  law. 
o  Away  from  home  in  foreign  lands, 

1  here  a  stranger  am; 


PSALM  119.  325 

Hide  not  from  me  thy  just  commands, 

But  lead  me  to  the  Lamb. 
My  panting  soul  for  glory  longs, 

I  would  in  haste  depart, 
Ascend  to  heaven  and  join  the  throngs, 

Where  thou  my  Savior  art. 
The  princes  saw  me  when  exil'd, 

And  far  from  friends  remov'd; 
The  proud  reproach'd,  but  Jesus  smil'd 

And  all  my  foes  reprov'd. 
He'  11  bring  me  nearer  to  his  arms, 

To  be  for  ever  his; 
I  soon  shall  taste  his  heavenly  charms. 

And  be  where  Jesus  is. 

PS/VLM  119.    Part  4.    C.  M. 
A  prayer  for  quickening  grace. 
MY  soul  lies  cleaving  to  the  dust, 

Lord,  give  me  life  divine; 
From  vain  desires,  and  every  lust, 

Turn  off  these  eyes  of  mine. 
I  need  the  spirit  of  thy  grace, 

To  mark  my  doubtful  way, 
Lest  I  should  loiter  in  my  race, 

Or  turn  my  feet  astray. 
Make  me  to  know  thy  statutes  well, 

And  raise  my  thoughts  above; 
So  shall  my  soul  rejoice  and  tell 

The  wonders  of  thy  love. 
Beset  with  sin,  O  God,  I  feel 

The  dull  oppressive  load, 
Wilt  thou  not  grant  me  warmer  zeal, 

To  run  the  heavenly  road? 
See  how  the  great  deceiver  tries 

Mine  erring  soul  to  'entice, 


326  PSALM  119. 

Remove  from  me  the  guilt  of  lies 

For  I  detest  that  vice. 
6  I  '11  run  the  way  thy  word  commands, 

If  thou  my  feet  discharge 
From  sin  and  satan's  hateful  bands, 

And  set  my  soul  at  large. 

PSALM  119.    Part  5.  C.   M. 
A  firayerjor  instruction. 

1  INSTRUCTION,  Lord,  to  me  convey, 

That  I  may  ne'er  offend; 
I  would  thy  statutes  well  obey, 
And  keep  them  to  the  end. 

2  Be  this  my  study,  this  mine  art, 

To  know  and  do  thy  will, 
To  love  thy  law  with  all  mine  heart, 
And  every  word  fulfill. 

3  Make  me  within  thy  path  to  go 

And  keep  me  near  thy  sight, 
I  should  not  fall  and  wander  so 
Wert  thou  to  give  me  light. 

4  O  for  a  wise  improving  mind, 

With  heavenly  wealth  endow'd, 
To  God  and  not  to  gold  inclin'd, 
To  Jesus  sweetly  bow'd. 

5  From  worldly  thoughts  and  vain  desires, 

Mine  eyes  for  ever  turn; 
O  let  me  catch  those  sacred  fires, 
With  which  the  seraphs  burn. 

6  For  filial  fear  and  quickening  grace, 

Mine  ardent  spirit  longs, 
'Till  I  shall  see  thee  face  to  face, 
And  join  the  heavenly  songs. 


PSALM  119.  327 

PSALM  119.  Part  6.  C.  M. 
A  prayer  against  slanderers. 

1  THY  mercies,  Lord,  are  rich  and  free, 

Thou  lov'st  our  sinful  race, 

Now  let  thy  mercy  come  to  me, 

And  save  me  by  thy  grace. 

2  So  shall  I  have  an  answer  near, 

And  ne'er  De  put  to  shame, 
For  I  have  made  thy  word  my  fear, 
An  i  trusted  in  thy  name. 

3  Thy  word  of  truih  is  in  my  rnind, 

While  sinners  do  'me  wrong, 
If  men  insui    me  God  is  kind, 
His  judgments  are  my  song. 

4  Let  slander  ail  her  venon  draw, 

And  far  the  poison  fling, 
I  'il  walk  with  (freedom  m  thy  law, 
Nor  dread  her  forked  sting. 

5  I  'm  not  afraid  of  flittering  crowns, 

I  scorn  the  tyrant's  rod, 
I  'li  speak,  nor  tremble  at  his  frowns, 
As  if  hsham'd  >;f  God. 

6  I  love  the  law  that  sinners  hate, 

Ho  -  just  are  thy  commands, 
And  while  thy  law  1  meiiitate, 
To  heaven  1  lift  mine  hands. 

PSALM  119.  Part  7.  C.  M. 
Tusiing  in  Christ. 

1  REMEMBER,  Lord,  thy  feeble  dust, 

And  call  thy  truth  to  mind, 
For  thou  hast  caus'd  my  soul  to  trust 
On  words  divinely  kind. 

2  This  was  my  comfort  when  I  bore 

The  pressing  weight  of  grief, 


328  PSARM  119. 

It  made  me  learn  thy  word  the  more, 
And  fly  to  that  relief. 

3  When  Christ  the  life  of  saints  appears, 

I  feel  my  soul  alive, 
His  heavenly  smiles  allay  my  fears, 
And  faith  and  hope  revive. 

4  In  vain  the  proud  with  impious  jests, 

A  Savior's  love  deride, 
My  soul  on  Jesus  firmly  rests, 
Ris  spirit  is  my  guide 

5  What  horrors  thrill*  in  every  vein, 

How  am  I  fill'd  with  awe, 
When  infidels  with  lips  profane, 
Trangress  thy  sacred  law. 

6  Let  sinners  triumph  in  their  shame, 

And  love  the  deeds  of  wrong; 
But  I  '11  recall  my  Savior's  name, 
And  make  his  grace  my  Song. 

7  Thy  name,  dear  Jesus,  gives  delight, 

My  daily  peace  it  brings; 
Amid  the  darkest  gloom  of  night, 
Mv  soul  awakes  and  sings. 

PSALM  119.  Part  8.  C    M. 
God  my  fiortion. 

1  THOU.  Lord,  my  life  and  portion  art, 

For  I  have  call'd  thee  so, 
Content  to  take  thee  for  my  part, 
Let  fame  and  fortune  go. 

2  I  chuse  thine  everlasting  rest, 

And  in  thy  love  rejoice. 
Not  all  the  treasures  in  the  west, 
Could  change  my  happy  choice. 

*  To  thrill,  to  pierce  with  a  tingling  sensation. 


PSALM  119.  329 

Enrich'd  with  blessings  from  above, 

I  would  thy  grace  entreat, 
Shine  on  my  soul,  O  God  of  love, 

To  make  my  joys  complete. 

When  I  forsook  thy  pleasant  way, 

On  thee,  my  God,  I  thought, 
My  soul  made  haste  without  delay, 

And  thy  salvation  sought. 
To  turn  me  from  thy  just  commands, 

Their  snares  the  wicked  set, 
But  when  opprest  by  sinful  bands, 

I  could  not  God  forget. 
Away  from  me,  ye  sons  of  strife, 

For  ever  take  your  flight! 
The  saints  are  partners  of  my  life, 

My  God  is  my  delight. 
T  When  midnight  darkness  veils  the  skies, 

I  call  his  grace  to  mind, 
My  thoughts  in  warm  devotion  rise, 

And  sweet  acceptance  find. 
Thy  mercies,  Lord,  are  rich  and  free, 

This  earth  they  more  than  fill, 
O,  may  my  soul  be  taught  by  thee, 

To  do  thy  sacred  will. 

PSALM  119.  Part  9.  L.  M. 
Merciful  afflictions. 

1  LORD,  thou  hast  kindly  dealt  to  me, 
The  judgments  written  in  thy  book; 

Twas  grace  that  brought  my  soul  to  thee, 
When  I  the  path  of  life  mistook. 

2  Thine  hand  is  just,  thine  heart  is  kind, 

When  frowns  the  most  becloud  thy  face, 
In  every  new  distress  I  find, 

New  proofs  of  rich  and  sovreign  grace. 


330  PSALM  119. 

3  Teach  me  to  love  thy  judgments  more, 

Why  should  I  fear  .heir  dreadful  soiKid; 
Thy  thunder  bursts  with  awful  roar, 
But  goodness  in  the  cloud  is  found. 

4  Before  I  felt  thy  chastening  rod. 

Mine  erring  feet  were  prone  to  stray; 
But  now  I  love  thy  law,  my  God, 
Nor  wander  from  thy  holy  way. 

5  (The  proud  have  forg'd  a  thousand  lies, 

Their  words  have  oft  the  just  deceiv'd. 
For  each  with  deep  invention  tries 
To  have  his  faithless  tongue  believ'd. 

6  Hot  from  their  hearts  detraction  slips, 

Their  hasty  words  like  water  boil; 
But  while  they  curse  me  with  their  lips, 
Their  treach'rous  tongues  are  smooth  as  oil.) 

7  'Tis  good  for  me  to  wear  the  yoke, 

For  pride  is  apt  to  rise  and  swell; 
'Tis  good  to  bear  my  Father's  stroke, 
That  I  might  learn  his  statutes  well. 

8  The  law  that  issues  from  his  mouth, 

Affords  me  riches  more  divine 
Than  all  the  treasures  in  the  south, 
The  silver  mint,  or  golden  mine. 

PSALM  119.  Part  10.  L.  M. 

Cleaving  to  God. 

1  IMMORTAL  Parent,  'twas  thine  hands 

That  built  of  clay  my  mortal  frame, 
Teach  me  to  do  thy  just  commands, 
Teach  me  to  lisp  my  Father's  name. 

2  The  saints,  who  see  me,  shall  rejoice, 

And  own  thy  love  divinely  kind, 
For  I  have  made  thy  word  my  choice, 
And  in  thy  word  my  comfort  find. 


PSALM  119.  331 

3  I  know  thy  judgments,  Lord,  are  right, 

Thy  ways  are.  just  when  understood, 
The  law  of  love  is  thy  delight, 
Afflictions  only  work  our  good. 

4  Thy  mercies  are  divinely  free, 

Thou  canst  repenting  souls  forgive; 
Now  let  thy  mercy  come  to  me, 
And  let  the  mourning  sinner  live. 

5  The  proud  have  most  perversely  dealt, 

And  injur'd  me  without  a  cause; 

But  since  thy  chastening  rod  I  felt, 

I  love  and  keep  thy  sacred  laws. 

6  Draw  nigh,  ye  humble  souls,  draw  nigh, 

Who  make  the  Lord  your  fear  and  trust, 
For  God  has  heard  my  plaintive  sigh, 
And  rais'd  me  sorrowing  from  the  dust. 

7  Mine  heart  is  in  his  statutes  souad, 

I  'm  not  asham'd  before  his  face, 
Reproach  shall  ne'er  my  soul  confound, 
For  all  my  hope  is  sovreign  grace. 

PSALM  119.  Part  H.  C  M. 

Importunity  and  faith. 

1  ATTEND,  O  God,  to  my  complaints, 

And  let  my  prayer  prevail; 

My  soul  for  thy  salvation  faints. 

Mine  eyes  with  sorrow  fail. 

2  How  numerous  are  my  days  of  grief, 

How  pressing  are  my  woes; 

Make  haste,  O  Lord,  to  my  relief, 

And  save  me  from  my  foes. 

3  The  proud  have  laid  a  thousand  snares, 

And  made  their  party  strong, 
Oppos'd  to  God  the  sinner  dares 
To  do  his  followers  wrong. 
2F 


332  PSALM    119. 

4  Yet  thy  commands  are  just  and  true, 

All  leaven  thy  ways  approve; 
Thou  will  my  foes  and  tears  subdue, 
An  ,  all  my  guilt  remove. 

5  In.   precepts,  Lord,  1  ne'er  forsook, 

Wnen  U  ?s  around  me  stood; 

I  sougnt       ectipn  from  thy  book, 

And  found  rhy  counsels  good. 

6  Now  let  thy  word  with  life  divine, 

Revive  my  drooping  heart, 
My  sou!  to  rhy  commands  incline, 
A       quicken  every  part. 

PSALM   119.    Part  12-  C.  M. 
God  perfect,  man  not  so. 

1  FOR  ever,  Lord,  thy  word  abides, 

And  earth  securely  stands, 
The  heavens  o'er  which  thy  power  presides, 
Are  settled  by  thine  hands. 

2  The  laws  of  nature,  fixt  and  sure, 

With  steady  course  proceed; 
They  must  for  a^es  yet  endure, 
For  thou  hast  so  decreed! 

3  The  sun  and  stars  thy  word  obey, 

And  show  thy  power  and  skill; 
Thy  faithful  servants,  Lord,  are  they, 
And  must  perform  thy  will. 

4  Had  not  thy  law  been  my  delight, 

When  darkness  o'er  me  spread, 
I  had  been  plung'd  in  endless  night. 
Had  perish'd  with  the  dead. 

5  I  feel  thy  love  in  every  thought, 

A  pure  and  quickening  Same; 
O,  save  me.  Lord,  for  I  have  sought 
Salvation  in  thy  name. 


PSALM  119.  333 

6  I  've  seen  an  end  of  what  we  call, 

The  pefect  and  the  just, 
How  snort  the  powers  of  nature  fall, 
How  frail  is  sinful  dust. 

7  In  vain  we  strive  to  keep  the  law, 

And  pass  the  Savior  by, 
The  holy  spirit  tor-  must  draw 
Or  man  will  ne'er  co<npJy 

PSALM  119.    Part  13.    C.    M. 
True  wisdom. 

1  O,  HOW  I  love  the  ho'y  law, 

'Tis  daiiy  my  delight, 
And  thence  my  meditations  draw 
Divine  advice  by  night. 

2  Its  precepts  make  me  truly  wise, 

I  profit  by  l tie  rod, 
In  vain  such  wisdom  men  despise, 
For  saints  are  taught  of  God. 

3  Let  ancients*  heaven  and  earth  survey, 

And  all  the  seas  explore; 
The  saints  are  wiser  far  than  they, 
For  God  has  taught  them  more. 

4  Not  all  my  teachers  could  make  known 

A  lesson  so  divine; 
But  Christ  the  path  of  life  has  shown, 
His  righteousness  is  mine. 

5  To  know  the  truth,  to  keep  the  heart, 

Is  knowledge  well  retin'd, 

None  but  the  spirit  can  impart 

Such  wisdom  to  the  mind. 

6  When  God  reclaim'd  my  wand'ring  feet, 

I  sought  his  ways  in  haste; 
O,  then  I  found  his  promise  sweet, 

Like  honey  to  my  taste. 
*  Ancients,  natural  men  old  and  wise,  unregeneraie 
philosophers. 


334  PSALM  119. 

7  I  would  his  precepts  understand, 
And  learn  to  know  my  soul; 
When  shall  I  gain  that  self  command, 
That  would  my  thoughts  control? 

PSALM  119.  Part  14.  C.  M. 
Direction  and  comfort  from  the  wofd. 

1  THY  word,  O  God,  is  ail  my  light, 

To  mark  my  doubtful  way, 
The  sacred  lamp  directs  me  right 
And  shines  as  bright  as  day. 

2  I  will  perform  what  once  I  swore, 

To  keep  thine  holy  law; 
And  while  thy  judgments  I  deplore, 
,    My  spirit  stands  in  awe. 

3  By  sore  afflictions  much  opprest, 

I  need  thy  quickening  powers, 

The  word  of  truth  on  which  I  rest, 

Shall  cheer  my  darkest  hours. 

4  Accept  my  thanks,  eternal  King, 

For  all  thy  favors  shown, 
'Tis  all  the  tribute  I  can  bring, 
To  make  thy  goodness  known. 

5  I  chuse  the  Savior  for  my  part, 

I  count  the  world  but  dross, 

'Tis  the  rejoicing  of  mine  heart, 

To  hover  round  the  cross. 

6  My  soul  is  fill'd  with  strong  desires 

Thy  statutes  to  fulfill, 
And  thus,  till  mortal  life  expires, 
Would  1  perform  thy  will. 

PSALM    119.  Part  15.    L.  M. 

Vain  thoughts  complained  of. 

1  I  LOVE  thy  law,  my  dearest  Lord, 

And  would  my  wand'ring  mind  contrdl, 


PSALM  119.  235 

But  thoughts  atrocious*  and  abhorred, 

Rise  and  preplex  my  troubled  soul. 
2  God  is  my  shield  and  hiding  place, 

When  Satan  throws  his  fiery  darts, 
Mine  hope  is  in  the  word  of  grace, 

What  heavenly  joy  his  word  imparts. 
Away  from  me,  ye  sons  of  strife, 

Nor  touch  me  with  your  bloody  hands, 
I  love  my  Savior  more  than  life, 

And  must  obey  his  just  commands. 

4  His  words  of  promise  will  uphold 

A  feeble  conquerer  in  his  name, 

He  makes  my  trembling  spirit  bold, 

Nor  puts  a  living  hope  to  shame. 

5  His  foot  shall  tread  the  wicked  down, 

As  on  the  serpent  first  he  trod; 
Satan,  the  serpent,  dreads  his  frown, 
And  trembles  at  the  'incarnate  God. 

6  The  men  who  spurn  a  Savior's  cross, 

And  in  the  cause  of  Satan  join, 
His  hand  shall  put  away  like  dross, 
When  sever'd  from  the  golden  coin. 

7  My  trembling  flesh  and  spirit  fear 

The  judgments  of  that  awful  day, 
When  Christ  in  glory  shall  appear, 
And  drive  the  wicked  far  away. 

PSALM  119.  Part  16.  L.  M. 
The  wickedness  of  man  complained  of. 
1  LORD,  I  have  truth  and  justice  done, 
1  yet  to  truth  and  justice  cleave; 
Forsake  me  not,  thou  mightiest  one, 
Nor  me  to  mine  oppressors  leave. 
<2  Be  thou  my  surety,  thou  my  God, 

Nor  let  the  proud  afflict  me  sore,  ,  is  ■ 

*  Atrocious,  very  wicked. 
2  F  2 


336  PSALM  119. 

But  smite  the  wicked  with  thy  rod, 
And  let  him  vex  the  saints  no  more. 

3  Mine  eyes  for  thy  salvation  fail, 

My  sinking  heart  with  pity  bleeds, 
To  see  how  daring  men  prevail, 
And  prosper  in  atrocious  deeds. 

4  'Tis  time  for  thee,  my  God,  to  'rise 

And  strike  the  wondering  world  with  awe; 
Behold  the  land  is  full  of  lies, 
And  sinners  trample  on  thy  law. 

5  In  vain  the  sons  of  earth  grow  bold, 

And  dare  to  scorn  what  saints  admire; 
I  love  thy  precepts  more  than  gold, 
My  Savior  more  than  life  desire. 

6  The  law  of  life  I  much  esteem, 

I  love  that  perfect  rule  of  right; 
But  God  almighty  to  redeem, 

Affords  my  soul  her  chief  delight. 

PSALM  119.  Part  17.    S.  M. 
..„  The  word  deep  and  wonderful. 

1  THY  word,  O  God,  is  deep, 

Surpassing  human  mind, 
And  while  thine  holy  law  I  keep, 
What  wonders  there  I  find. 

2  The  splendor  of  thy  ways, 

Affords  a  pleasing  light, 
Illumes  the  blind  with  heavenly  rays, 
And  leads  the  simple  'right. 

3  My  mouth  is  open'd  wide, 

To  thee,  my  God,  I  cry, 
I  long  for  thee,  for  none  beside, 
Can  half  my  wants  supply. 

4  Look  down  from  heaven  above, 

And  show  thy  grace  the  same, 


PSALM  119.  337 

As  thou  hast  shown  to  those  who  love, 
And  fear  thy  sacred  name. 

5  Direct  mine  erring  feet, 

In  all  thy  ways  to  run, 
To  fly  the  fatal  snares  I  meet, 
And  every  sin  to  shun* 

6  I  hate  the  bloody  race, 

Preserve  me  from  their  hands, 

Show  me  the  smilings  of  thy  Lee, 

And  teach  me  thy  commands. 

7  Bring  thy  salvation  nigh, 

And  save  me  from  my  fears, 
See  how  the  'opprest  for  freedom  sigh, 
And  wet  their  chains  with  tears. 

8  As  swelling  rivers  rise, 

Before  the  vernal*  thaw; 
So  runs  mine  ever  streaming  eyes, 
When  men  transgress  thy  law. 
PSALM  119.  Part  18.    L.  M. 
Righteous  judgments. 

1  THY  judgments,  Lord,  are  true  and  just, 

And  faithful  thy  divine  commands, 

The  word  on  which  thy  people  trust, 

Firm  as  thy  throne  for  ever  stands. 

2  How  burning  is  mine  holy  zeal, 

How  do  my  rising  passions  flame, 
What  strange  emotions,  Lord,  I  feel, 
When  impious  men  deride  thy  name. 

3  Thy  word  of  promise  must  endure, 

The  pledge  of  future  joys  above; 
Not  gold  refin'd  is  half  so  pure, 

Nor  half  so  much  deserves  my  love. 

4  Small  and  neglected  as  I  'appear, 

Among  the  great  and  vainly  wise, 

*  Vernal,  of  or  belonging-  to  the  spring. 


338  PSALM  119, 

I  make  thy  word  mine  hope  and  fear, 
And  there  our  truest  greatness  lies. 

5  Thy  righteousness  shall  ne'er  decay, 

With  nature's  old  consuming  frame, 

Tho  heaven  and  earth  should  pass  away, 

Yet  must  thy  law  remain  the  same. 

6  Distress  and  anguish  held  me  fast, 

Yet  thy  commands  were  my  delight, 
My  troubles,  like  a  storm,  were  past, 
And  all  the  skies  around  were  bright. 

7  The  righteousness  of  thy  commands 

Shall  everlasting  glory  give; 
The  man,  who  wisdom  understands, 
For  ever  in  the  Lord  shall  live. 

PSALM  119.   Part  19.   S.  M. 
Looking  to  Jesus. 

1  WITH  my  whole  heart  I  cried, 

And  sought  the  Savior's  throne; 
1  kept  the  law,  and  yet  relied 
On  sovreign  grace  alone. 

2  Before  the  dawning  day, 

I  '11  to  my  Savior  run, 
And  send  my  morning  prayer  away, 
To  meet  the  rising  sun. 

3  Mine  eyes  prevent  the  night, 

To  thee,  my  God,  I  look, 
With  fervent  faith,  and  pure  delight, 
1  read  thy  sacred  book. 

4  Great  Advocate  on  high, 

1  would  thy  grace  receive. 
I  would  thro  thee  to  God  draw  nigh* 
And  in  thy  name  believe. 

5  O,  hear  my  sorrowing  voice, 

And  answer  from  above, 


PSALM  119.  339 

Now  let  my  soul  in  thee  rejoice, 

Reveal  a  Savior's  love. 
Around  me  sinners  draw, 

And  me  to  sin  entice; 
They  follow  mischief,  slight  thy    law, 

And  practice  every  vice. 
Be  thou  my  Savior  near, 

My  rising  sins  subdue, 
I  shall  be  sav'd  shouldst  thou  s  ippear, 
.     For  all  thy  words  are  true. 

PSALM  119.    Part  20.  C  .  M. 
Fei-vent  sufifilicatioi  i. 

1  CONSIDER,  Lord,  and  call  to  mind, 

A  saint  in  sore  distress; 
For  I  have  ne'er  thy  law  declit  i'd, 
To  make  my  sufferings  less. 

2  Plead  thou  my  cause  with  powc  ;r  divine, 

My  raging  foes  control, 
With  quickening  grace  in  m«;rcy  shine 
On  my  benighted  soul. 

3  Salvation  stands  afar  from  tho  se, 

Who  make  not  God  their  i  trust, 
But  dare  his  righteous  law  to  'oppose, 
And  trample  on  the  just. 

4  Thy  mercies, Lord,  are  great  indeed, 

But  there  's  an  hastening  h  our, 
When  judgment  must  from  Uhee  proceed? 
And  ail  thy  foes  devour. 
$  No  more  let  persecutors  frown  , 
Nor  dare  the  just  to  'invade, 
The  Lord  in  righteousness  comes  down, 
To  judge  the  world  he  made  . 
6  When  I  the  bold  offender  saw, 
My  soul  was  griev'd  within* 


340  PSALM  119. 

Because  he  dar'd  to  break  thy  law, 

And  make  a  mock  of  sin. 
7  Thy  word  of  menace,*  Lord,  is  true, 

How  dreadful  every  threat! 
Thou  shalt  the  'oppressing  world  subdue, 

And  make  the  tyrants  sweat. 

PSALM  119.  Part  21.  C  M. 
Fortitude  and  faith. 

1  LET  kings  against  my  life  engage, 

Let  hosts  of  hell  appear, 
My  soul  disdains  their  feeble  rage, 
The  word  commands  my  fear. 

2  I  '11  follow  God's  directing  voice, 

Nor  will  at  death  recoil, 
My  soul  shall  in  the  Lord  rejoice, 
As  one  who  shares  the  spoil. 

3  Be  gone,  ye  Ears,  from  my  sight, 

I  hate  your  impious  frauds, 
The  words  of  ttuth  are  my  delight, 
My  soul  the  law  applauds. 

4  Seven  times  a  day  to  heaven  I  raise, 

And  spread  my  suppliant  hands, 
Thy  judgments,  Lord,  deserve  my  praise, 
Thy  grace  my  prayer  demands. 

5  Great  is  their  peace,  who  love  thy  law, 

How  firm  their  souls  abide! 
Nor  can  a  bold  temptation  draw 
Their  steady  feet  aside. 

6  My  trust  is  fixt  in  sovreign  grace 

Nor  shall  my  faith  remove; 
My  ways  are  all  before  thy  face, 
And  thou  wilt  all  approve. 

*  Menace,  threat. 


PSALM  119,  120- 


341 


PSALM  119.  Part  22-  C.  JVf. 
Seeking  God. 
ETERNAL  God  of  grace  and  loVe, 

Thy  ways  are  just  and  kind, 
Now  let  my  cries  ascend  above, 

And  sweet  acceptance  find. 
To  thee  with  lifted  hands  I  pray, 

To  heaven  by  faith  I  look; 
Give  me  to  know  and  keep  thy  ^ay, 

According  to  thy  book. 
My  lips  shall  oft  attempt  thy  praise, 

And  sing  thy  love  is  free,  | 

For  thou  hast  taught  my  soul  to  raise 

Her  noblest  thoughts  to  thee. 
My  tongue  shall  speak  of  thy  comttiands, 

And  all  my  powers  rejoice, 
For  all  my  faith  in  Jesus  stands,       \ 

Thy  precepts  are  my  choice.         \ 
For  thy  salvation  much  I  long, 

The  law  is  my  delight,        / 
My  soul  shall  feel  thy  love  is  *trong, 

And  live  before  thy  sight. 
From  God  I  wander'd  like  a  sheep, 

I  left  him  to  my  cost,      / 
But  Christ,  who  found,  can  surely  keep 

The  soul  that  once  was  lost. 

PSALM    120.    C.  M. 

A  comfilaint  of  quarrelsome  neighbors 
IN  my  distress  to  God  I  cried, 

He  heard  my  fervent  cries, 
He  saw  that  envious  sinners  tried 

To  blast  my  name  with  lies. 
O,  save  me,  Lord,  froin  treacherous  foes. 

The  faithless  tong'ie  control; 


342  PSALM  121. 

The  word    that  from  the  slanderer  goes, 
Is  aim\   1  against  my  soul. 

3  What  sha    11  be  given,  or  what  be  done, 

O  tongi  ae,  to  'ensure  thy  peace, 
To  still  th  iy  voice,  thou  restless  one, 
And  cat  ase  thy  rage  to  cease? 

4  The  wing-   ed  arrow  swiftly  driven. 

From  b  ows  completely  strung, 

And  coals  of  juniper  are  given 

In  vain  to  stop  the  tongue. 

5  Alas,  for  me!  my  lot  is  cast 

Amone  ;  the  sons  of  strife; 

My  golde  n  hours  on  earth  are  past 

With  r  aen,  who  seek  my  life. 

6  O,  could  I  fly  to  seek  a  change, 

And  le  „•  *ve  thes?  gates  of  hell, 
Thro  pa  d,  iess  deserts  would  I  range, 
Or  in  scwe  cavern  dwell. 

7  Peace  i  i  th  e  blessing  that  I  seek, 

How  plea  sing  are  its  charmsj 
I  pleac'j  for  p,  eace,  but  when  I  speak, 
My  foes  dc    clare  for  arms. 

P    $ALM  121.  L.  M. 
Divi    ne  protection. 

1  THRO  faith  I  ,  lift  my  waiting  eyes 
To  yonder  hills     above  the  skies, 
Celestial  hills  of    light,  from  whence 
Comes  all  my  1^   ^  and  my  defence. 

2  There  stands  his  u    ^created  throne, 
Who  built  the  hea    venly  worlds  alone, 
Nor  sought  a  creati    ire's  feeble  aid^ 
When  earth's  found     ation  first  he  laid. 

3  There  lives  my  kind      and  watchful  Guide, 
My  feet  in  haste  shah    * never  slide> 


PSALM  121.  343 

I  'm  safe  in  God,  who  ne'er  forsakes, 
He  neither  sleep  nor  slumber  takes. 
At  our  right  hands  Jehovah  spreads 
An  healthful  shade  above  our  heads, 
He  holds  the  nightly  veil,  and  keeps 
The  silent  hours  while  Israel  sleeps. 
Israel,  a  name  divinely  blest, 
May  rise  secure,  securely  rest, 
The  Lord,  thy  Keeper,  o'er  thee  stands, 
To  guard  thee  with  his  powerful  hands. 
No  sun  shall  smite  thine  head  by  day, 
Nor  the  pale  moon  with  sickly  ray 
Shall  blast  thy  couch,  no  baleful  star 
Darts  his  malignant  fire  so  far. 
Should  earth  and  hell  with  malice  burn. 
Still  thou  shalt  go,  and  still  return, 
Safe  in  the  Lord!  his  heavenly  care 
Defends  thy  life  from  every  snare. 
The  saints  are  blest  where'er  they  go, 
For  God  himself  has  made  them  so; 
The  chance  of  harm  his  hand  controls, 
He  well  defends  their  feeble  souls. 

PSALM  121.  G.  M. 
Preservation  by  day  and  night. 
\  TO  heaven  I  lift  my  waiting  eyes, 
There  all  mine  hopes  are  laid; 
The  Lord,  who  built  the  earth  and  skies, 
Is  my  perpetual  aid. 

2  Their  stedfast  feet  shall  never  fall, 
Whom  God  designs  to  keep; 

His  ear  attends  the  softest  call, 
His  eyes  can  never  sleep. 

3  He  will  sustain  our  weakest  powers 

With  his  almighty  arm, 
2  G 


344  PSALM  121. 

And  watch  our  most  unguarded  hours, 
Against  surprising  harm. 

4  Rejoice,  my  soul,  and  take  thy  rest, 
*    Thy  Keeper  o'er  thee  stands; 
Secure  in  God  thy  sleep  is  blest, 

Thy  life  is  in  his  hands. 

5  Nor  scorching  sun,  nor  sickly  moon, 

Shall  have  its  leave  to  smite; 
He  shields  thy  head  from  burning  noon. 
From  blasting  damps  at  night. 

6  The  Lord  preserves  thy  fleeting  breath, 

And  is  thy  sure  defence; 
Go,  and  return,  secure  from  death, 
Till  God  shall  call  thee  hence. 

PSALM  121.    As  the  148th. 
God  our  preserver. 
\  UPWARDS  I  lift  mine  eyes, 
To  seek  his  heavenly  aid; 
Who  built  the  lofty  skies, 
And  earth's  foundation  laid. 
God  is  the  tower 
To  which  I  fly; 
His  grace  is  nigh 
In  every  hour. 

2  My  feet  shall  never  slide, 

Entrapt  in  Satan's  snare, 
For  God  my  guard  and  guide, 
Will  make  my  soul  his  care. 
Saints  must  endure, 
No  trial  moves 
Whom  God  approves, 
And  holds  secure. 

3  The  Lord  his  people  keeps, 

His  eyes  can  never  close; 
But  while  his  Israel  sleeps, 
He  watches  his  repose. 


PSALM  122.  345 

The  saints  are  his, 

He  loves  them  so, 

That  where  they  go, 
His  spirit  is. 

4  No  burning  heats  by  day, 

Nor  blasts  of  evening*  air, 
Can  take  their  lives  away, 
Or  much  their  health  impair. 
In  new  complaints, 
At  their  right  hands 
The  Savior  stands, 
To  shield  his  saints. 

5  If  God  preserve  the  just, 

And  save  their  souls  from  death, 
Then  I  his  power  can  trust, 
To  keep  my  mortal  breath. 
When  from  above 
The  Lord  appears, 
My  doubts  and  fears 
Are  lost  in  love. 

PSAI..M  122.  C.  M. 
Going  to  church. 

1  HOW  did  my  heart  rejoice  to  hear 

My  friends  devoutly  say, 
«  In  Z ion  let  us  all  appear, 
And  keep  the  solemn  day." 

2  Zion,  thou  temple  of  the  states, 
Thou  bulwark  of  our  land, 

Within  thy  gates,  thy  pearly  gates, 
A  thousand  feet  shall  stand. 
J  Made  glad  with  songs  before  unknown, 
The  saints  in  thee  shall  meet, 
There  Jesus  sits  on  David's  throne, 
And  fills  the  judgment  seat. 


346  PSALM  122. 

4  He  hears  our  praises  and  complaints; 

And  while  his  awful  voice 
Divides  the  sinners  from  the  saints. 
We  tremble  and  rejoice. 

5  Peace  be  within  this  sacred  place, 

And  joy  a  constant  guestl 
With  holy  gifts  and  heavenly  grace. 
Be  her  attendants  blest. 

6  I  wish  them  well,  who  Zion  love, 

May  grace  attend  them  all; 
A  thousand  blessings  from  above, 
On  my  companions  fall. 

PSALM  122.  Proper  Meter. 
The  pleasures  of  divine  worship . 
i       HOW  pleas'd  and  blest  was  I, 
To  hear  the  people  cry, 
"  Come  let  us  seek  our  God  to  day! 
Yes,  O  my  friends,  we  will 
Ascend  to  Zion's  hill, 
And  there  our  vows  and  honors  pay. 

2  Zion,  thrice  happy  place, 
Adorn 'd  with  wond'rous  grace, 

And  walls  of  strength  embrace  thee  round; 

In  thee,  the  saints  appear, 

To  pray  and  praise  and  hear 
The  sacred  gospel's  joyful  sound. 

3  There  God  my  Savior  reigns, 
And  in  his  mercy  deigns 

To  bless  the  men  who  wish  thee  well; 
But  casts  a  frown  on  those, 
Who  dare  the  church  to  'oppose, 

And  dooms  the  wicked  down  to  hell. 
I       May  peace  attend  thy  gate, 
And  joy  within  thee  Wait 

To  bless  the  soul  of  every  guest; 


PSALM  123, 124-  34? 

On  thee,  my  dearest  friend, 

I  say  let  peace  descend 
And  heavenly  blessings  on  thee  rest, 
5       For  my  companions'  sake, 

Lord,  hear  the  prayer  I  make, 
"  O  bless  the  faithful  brotherhood; 

What'er  the  world  befalls, 

I  pray  for  Zion's  walls, 
And  seek  her  everlasting  good. 

PSALM  123.    C.  M. 

Pleading  with  submission. 

1  O  THOU,  who  dost  in  glory  dwell, 

Enthron'd  above  the  skies, 
Our  mournful  state  to  thee  we  tell, 
To  thee  we  lift  our  eyes. 

2  As  servants  watch  the  master's  nod, 

Or  maids  the  mistress  fear; 
So  wait  our  eyes,  on  thee  my  God, 
Until  thy  grace  appear. 

3  On  us  have  mercy,  sovreign  Lord, 

Behold  our  state  forlorn! 
We  live  on  earth  as  men  abhorr'd, 
Expos'd  to  rage  and  scorn. 

4  Our  foes  have  fill'd  our  souls  with  shame, 

But  while  they  saints  displease, 
And  dare  to  'insult  thy  dreadful  name, 
The  scorners  live  at  ease. 

5  Let  the  contemptuous  foam  and  rage, 

And  like  a  torrent  rise, 
This  thought  shall  all  the  storm  assuage, 
"  That  God  will  not  despise." 

PSALM  124.  C  M. 
Treason  detected. 
1  HAD  not  the  Lord  been  on  our  side, 
When  men  like  floods  arose, 
2  G  2 


848  PSALM  125. 

We  had  been  swallow 'd  in  the  tide, 
O'erwhelm'd  by  ragii?g  foes. 

2  The  flood  had  rag'd  without  control, 

Had  not  the  'Almighty  frown'd; 

Proud  waters  had  gone  o'er  our  soul* 

We  had  in  blood  been  drown'd. 

3  We  bless  the  Lord,  whom  seas  obey, 

He  quell'd  the  swelling  flood, 
Nor  gave  our  lives  a  feeble  prey, 
To  men  who  sought  our  biood. 

4  As  flies  the  bird  with  joyful  wing, 

When  first  he  'escapes  the  snare; 
So  we  rejoice  in  God  and  sing 
His  all  protecting  care. 

5  How  deep  they  laid  their  hellish  plan, 

Arid  snares  of  mischief  set; 
But  God  beheld  the  treacherous  man. 
And  broke  the  fowler's  net. 

6  Our  help  is  in  Jehovah's  name, 

Who  form'd  the  worlds  above; 

He  who  sustains  all  nature's  frame, 

Will  guard  his  church  by  love. 

PSALM  125.  L.  M. 
The  safety  of  trusting  in  God. 
\  AS  Zion's  sacred  mount  abides, 

Unmov'd  ami<!  the  swelling  flood; 

So  dwells  the  man,  whose  soul  confides 

In  the  Redeemer's  precious  blood. 

2  As  guardian  mountains  stood  around, 

Where  happy  Salem  once  arose; 
So  the  dear  arms  of  Chrisi  are  found, 
His  feeble  saints  on  earth  to  'enclose. 

3  When  ' .   H  to  scourge  the  world  begins, 

How  strange  and  wond'rous  are  his  ways, 


PSALM  125.  349 

He  humbles  nations  for  their  sins, 

And  sovreign  power  and  grace  displays. 

4  He  takes  a  tyrant  for  his  rod, 

To  give  his  weeping  children  pain; 
But  lest  they  sin  against  their  God, 

The  scourge  too  long  shall  not  remain. 

5  Deal  gently,  Lord,  with  souls  sincere* 

And  make  thy  children  truly  wise, 
O  give  them  grace  to  persevere, 
To  run  the  race,  and  win  the  prize. 

6  But  they,  who  leave  the  path  of  life, 

To  tread  the  serpent's  crooked  road, 
Shall  perish  in  the  'inglorious  strife, 
And  sink  to  hell  beneath  their  load. 

PSALM  125.  S.  M. 
Safety  in  God. 

1  UNMOV'D  as  hiils  of  stone, 

Their  happy  souls  abide, 
Who  trust  almighty  power  alone, 
And  in  their  God  confide. 

2  As  lofty  mountains  rose, 

To  guard  old  Salem  'round, 
So  God  defends  the  sacred  close, 
Where  now  his  church  is  found. 

3  If  once  the  Lord  descend, 

To  visit  men  for  sins, 
Where  will  his  dreadful  vengeance  end, 
When  once  his  wrath  begins? 

4  The  wicked  are  his  rod, 

To  give  his  children  pain; 
But  lest  they  sin  against  their  God, 
It  shall  not  long  remain. 

5  The  Lord  will  grace  impart, 

His  saints  shall  persevere; 


350  PSALM  126. 

He  knows  the  man  of  upright  heart, 
And  well  supports  him  here. 
6  But  if  the  slavish  mind, 

Will  choose  the  road  to  hell, 
The  'apostate  must  his  portion  find, 
Where  bolder  sinners  dwell. 
PSALM  126.    L.  M. 
Surprising  deliverance. 

1  WHEN  God  our  great  deliverance  wrought, 

Joy  was  our  song  and  grace  our  theme, 
The  grace  so  far  transcended  thought, 
That  all  appear'd  a  pleasing  dream. 

2  'Twas  God,  who  broke  our  slavish  chains, 

His  word  our  captive  souls  restor'd, 
Our  tongues  broke  out  in  lofty  strains, 
And  God's  almighty  power  ador'd. 

3  For  us,  the  Lord  great  things  has  done, 

Ye  saints,  for  heavenly  rapture  sing, 
Come  spread  the  conquest  Jesus  won, 
And  hail  our  all  victorious  King! 

4  As  gentle  streams  that  lave  the  south, 

Are  turn'd  and  flow  as  God  controls; 
So  can  a  word  from  Jesus'  mouth, 

Subdue  our  sins,  and  change  our  souls. 

5  Should  grief  our  sorrowing  hearts  o'erflow, 

The  tears  shall  well  our  eyes  employ, 
For  they,  who  here  in  sadness  sow, 
Shall  reap  in  everlasting  joy. 

6  The  man,  who  weeping  o'er  his  field, 

The  precious  seed  till  harvest  leaves, 
Shall  then  rejoice  to  find  it  yield 
A  welcome  load  of  fruitful  sheaves. 
PSALM  126.  C.  M. 
Converting  grace. 
1  WHEN  God  his  wond'rous  love  reveal'd, 
On  me  his  mercy  beam'd, 


PSALM  127  351 

But  while  his  grace  my  pardon  seaPd, 
I  was  as  one  that  dream'd. 

2  My  soul  in  Satan's  cnain  was  bound, 

I  Christ  the  Savior  spurn'd; 
But  God  the  spirit  turn'd  me  round, 
As  southern  streams  are  turn'd. 

3  The  world  beheld  the  wond'rous  change, 

The  saints  in  triumph  sung-, 
My  joyful  soul  confest  it  strange, 
And  glory  fir'd  my  tongue. 

4  u  Great  is  the  work,"  my  neighbors  cried, 

And  own'd  the  power  divine; 
"  Great  is  the  work,"  my  soul  replied, 
For  Jesus  now  is  mine. 

5  The  Lord  can  clear  the  darkest  skies, 

Can  give  us*  day  for  night, 
Make  drops  of  sacred  sorrow  rise 
To  rivers  of  delight. 

6  The  saints,  who  weeping  sow  the  field, 

Their  labor  well  employ, 
The  harvest  must  a  blessing  yield, 
And  they  shall  reap  in  joy. 

7  What  tho  the  seed  neglected  lies, 

And  frost  and  drouth  endures, 
The  grain  immortal  never  dies, 
For  grace  the  crop  ensures. 

PSALM  127.    L.  M. 

The  virtue  of  God's  blessing. 

1  EXCEPT  the  Lord  the  house  sustain, 
The  constant  builders  toil  in  vain; 
Except  the  Lord  the  city  keep, 

The  watchful  guards  as  well  may  sleep, 

2  What  if  our  daily  course  to  run, 
We  rise  before  the  morning  sun, 


352  PSALM  127, 

With  care  and  sorrow  eat  our  bread, 
To  shun  that  poverty  we  dread. 

3  'Tis  all  in  vain,  till  God  has  blest, 
He  can  make  rich,  yet  give  us  rest; 
If  once  his  smiles  attend  our  care, 

We  shall  have  sleep  and  plenteous  fare. 

4  His  early  blessings  on  our  seed, 
Can  make  our  children  blest  indeed, 
The  wasted  springs  of  life  recruit, 
And  fill  the  world  with  living  fruit. 

5  As  arrows  shot  by  skillful  hands, 
Pursue  their  flight  as  God  commands, 
So  children  come  to  whom  he  sends, 
The  course  of  life  on  God  depends. 

6  Happy  the  man  to  whom  he  'imparts, 
A  quiver  fill'd  with  Irving  darts; 

He  speaks  to  foes  within  the  gate, 
And  well  supports  a  father's  state. 

PSALM  127.    C.  M. 

God  all  in  all. 

1  IF  God  to  build  the  house  deny, 

The  builders  work  in  vain; 
And  towns  without  his  watchful  eye, 
An  useless  watch  maintain. 

2  In  vain  we  rise  by  dawning  day 

And  labor  hard  'till  late; 
Or  sweat  the  life  of  man  away, 
To  gain  a  large  estate. 

3  In  vain  we  part  with  present  ease, 

Or  live  on  scanty  fare, 
The  Lord  can  bless  us  if  he  please, 
Without  our  anxious  care. 

4  Lo,  children  are  the  heavenly  fruit 

Which  God  has  power  to  give; 


PSALM  128.  353 

He  can  our  wasted  health  recruit, 
And  cause  our  names  to  live. 

5  As  arrows  in  an  archer's  hand, 

The  will  of  heaven  obey; 
So  children  come  at  God's  command. 
With  swifter  speed  than  they. 

6  Thrice  happy  man  whose  rising  name 

Shall  with  his  sons  revive, 
He  long  enjoys  the  vital  flame, 
And  sees  his  children  thrive. 

PSALM  128.  C.  M. 
Family  blessings. 

1  HAPPY  the  man  whose  virtuous  days 

Are  spent  in  conscious  fear, 
He  walks  with  God  in  all  his  ways, 
And  finds  the  Savior  near. 

2  When  war  and  famine  waste  the  lands, 

The  saint  in  peace  shall  dwell, 
Shall  eat  the  labors  of  his  hands, 
And  things  with  him  go  well. 

3  The  'eternal  God,  who  rules  above, 

Shall  bless  his  marriage  bed. 
Shall  on  the  'effusions  of  his  love, 
Prolific  virtue  shed. 

4  His  consort,  like  a  fruitful  vine, 

Shall  fill  his  joyful  lap; 
As  olive  plants  his  sons  shall  shine, 
Replete  with  vital  sap. 

5  He  loves  the  Lord  with  all  his  mind, 

He  fears  before  his  face; 

And  Zion's  God  for  ever  kind, 

Shall  bless  his  rising  race. 

6  His  eyes  shall  children's  children  see, 

A  large  and  full  increase; 


354  PSALM  129. 

Israel,  his  country  blest  and  free, 
Shall  long  remain  in  peace. 

PSALM  129.  C.  M. 
Persecutors  punished. 

1  ISRAEL  may  say  with  conscious  truth, 

The  church  may  thus  complain; 
tt  My  foes  have  vext  me  from  my  youth, 
And  oft  my  children  slain. 

2  Up  from  my  youth  I  bore  the  rage 

Of  all  the  sons  of  strife; 
Oft  they  beset  my  riper  age, 
But  God  preserv'd  my  life. 

3  The  foe  began  his  bold  attack, 

With  courage  fierce  and  strong, 
And  persecutors  plow'd  my  back 
With  furrows  deep  and  long. 

4  But  God  the  Judge,  the  righteous  Lord, 

Did  all  their  rage  confound, 
And  cut  in  two  the  mighty  cord, 
With  which  my  feet  were  bound. 

5  His  justice  did  my  thoughts  surpass, 

How  dreadful  was  his  frown! 
My  persecutors  fell  like  grass, 
Before  the  scythe  cut  down." 

6  As  corn  that  on  the  house-top  grows, 

Is  stript  of  all  its  leaves, 
Nor  fills  the  hand  of  him  who  mows, 
Nor  yields  the  binder  sheaves. 

7  So  shall  thy  foes,  O  God,  decay, 

Consum'd  with  guilt  and  shj  me, 
No  traveller  passing  by  shall  suy, 
"'We  bless  them  in  his  name." 


PSALM   13&.  355 

£  PSALM  130.  C.  M. 

Pardoning  grace. 
I  OUT  of  the  depths  of  troubled  thought, 
O'erwhelm'd  with  guilt  and  fear, 
My  soul  the  God  of  mercy  sought, 
And  found  salvation  near. 

2  My  soul  in  Jesus  did  rejoice, 

Away  my  fears  were  driven, 
He  spake,  and  with  a  pleasing  voice 
Pronounc'd  my  sins  forgiven. 

3  Omniscient  God,  shouldst  thou  begin, 

With  strict  impartial  hand, 
To  mark  our  crimes,  and  punish  sin, 
No  mortal  flesh  could  stand. 

4  But  there  are  pardons  at  thy  throne 

For  crimes  of  high  degree, 
That  men  may  fear  thy  name  alone, 
And  sinners  trust  in  thee. 

5  As  faithful  guards  for  morning  wait. 

And  near  their  posts  abide; 

So  does  my  soul  in  every  strait, 

In  Christ  my  Lord  confide. 

6  How  slow  and  tedious  was  the  night, 

How  long  did  God  delay, 
My  soul  desir'd  to  see  his  light, 
And  found  a  brighter  day. 

7  Then  in  the  Lord  let  Israel  trust, 

Let  sinners  seek  his  face; 
The  Lord  is  good  as  well  as  just, 
And  plenteous  in  his  grace. 

8  There's  free  redemption  now  for  all, 

As  free  for  all  as  one, 
He,  who  redeem'd  us  from  the  fall, 
Is  God's  eternal  Son. 

2H 


356  PSALM  130, 131. 

PSALM  ISO.    L.  M. 

Pleading  for  fiardon. 
\  SAD  was  my  day,  the  night  was  dark, 
When  thus  to  God  I  rais'd  my  cries, 
If  thou  my  crimes  severely  mark 
I  ne'er  can  stand  before  thine  eyes. 

2  But  thou,  my  Lord,  canst  sin  forgive, 

Thy  grace  in  Christ  is  full  and  free; 

Thou  must  be  fear'd,  and  they  may  live, 

Who  place  their  only  hope  in  thee. 

3  I  look  to  thee,  my  God,  alone, 

And  to  thy  word  of  promise  cling, 
My  soul  stands  waiting  at  thy  throne, 
To  get  a  pardon  from  my  King. 

4  As  guards,  who  watch  for  morning  wait, 

And  hail  with  songs  the  dawning  ray; 
So  waits  my  soul  in  every  strait, 
And  longs  to  find  a  brighter  day. 

5  How  great  thy  love  in  Jesus  seems, 

To  man's  apostate  guilty  race; 
Israel  from  hell  thy  Son  redeems, 
Let  Israel  hope  in  sovreign  grace. 

PSALM  131.  C.  M. 

Self  examination. 

1  IS  there  ambition  in  my  heart? 

Search,  gracious  God,  and  see; 
Or  acts  my  soul  the  humble  part? 
I,  Lord,  appeal  to  thee. 

2  If  men  can  know  the  springs  that  move 

The  soul's  immortal  frame, 
I  feel  my  conscience  now  approve, 
I  love  thy  sacred  name. 

3  I  ne'er  attempt  with  human  line, 

To  sound  the  'eternal  mind; 


PSALM  132.  357 

I  trust  the  word  for  light  divine, 
And  there  instruction  find. 

4  When  I  'm  deprest*  beneath  the  rod, 

Or  lie  despis'd  in  dust, 
I  ne'er  complain  of  thee,  my  God, 
Nor  think  thy  ways  unjust. 

5  I  keep  my  rising  passions  down, 

And  all  within  is  mild, 
Content  to  bear  my  Father's  frown,- 
And  peaceful  as  a  child. 

6  Ye  mourning  souls,  ascribe  the  praise 

To  God,  on  whom  you  rest, 
He  '11  far  exceed  the  hopes  you  raise, 
And  make  your  sufferings  blest. 

7  The  patient  soul,  the  lowly  mind, 

Shall  have  a  large  reward; 
Let  saints  in  sorrow  lie  resign'd. 
And  trust  a  faithful  Lord. 

PSALM  132.  Part  1. 
Preparing  to  build  an  house  for  God. 
\  REMEMBER,  Lord,  how  David  swore, 
To  sleep  within  his  house  no  more, 
Till  he  should  search  the  land  and  find 
A  dwelling  for  the  'eternal  mind. 

2  Look  down  from  heaven  in  mercy  now, 
For  we  have  made  a  solemn  vow, 
And  pledg'd  our  sacred  words  to  raise 
For  Jacob's  God  an  house  of  praise. 

3  Hear  us,  O  Lord,  and  bless  the  frame, 
We  build  in  honor  of  thy  name; 
Behold  the  spot  that  we  have  found, 
And  guard  the  consecrated  ground. 

4  Great  Architect,  without  thy  smile 
We  cannot  raise  the  sacred  pile; 

•  Deprest,  cast  down,  pressed  under. 


358  PSALM  132. 

Or  if  the  house  was  built,  thy  frown 
Would  throw  the  loftiest  temple  down. 
5  Here  be  thy  rest  for  ever,  Lord, 
And  here  thy  dreadful  name  record; 
Long  may  the  church  in  building  stand 
The  fortress  of  our  favor'd  land. 

PSALM  132.  Part  2.  L.  M. 
The  dedication  of  a  church* 

1  ARISE,  almighty  God,  at  length, 
In  all  thy  majesty  and  strength, 
And  condescend  to  stoop  and  see, 
The  house  we  dedicate  to  thee. 

2  Here  let  the  Son  of  David  deign 
To  hold  his  everlasting  reign, 
And  let  the  light  of  heaven  adorn 
His  burning  lamp  and  growing  horn. 

3  Here  let  him  wear  his  royal  crown, 
And  tread  usurping  tyrants  down, 
Confound  his  foes  with  lasting  sham/;, 
And  far  extend  the  conquerer's  name. 

K  This  be  thine  everlasting  rest, 

And  these  the  people  thou  hast  blest; 
Here  for  the  poor  a  table  spread, 
And  satisfy  their  souls  with  bread. 

5  Here  let  the  saints  their  tongues  employ, 
And  sing  and  shout  aloud  for  joy, 
Here  let  thy  ministers  be  glad, 
In  garments  of  salvation  clad. 

PSALM  132.    Part  3.    L.  M. 

A  church  established. 

1  HOW  shall  the  feeble  sons  of  guilt, 

To  build  an  house  for  God  presume; 

Behold  the  heavens  his  hands  have  built, 

His  eyes  their  radiant  courts  illume. 


PSALM  132.  359 

Yet  God,  the  lofty  sovreign,  deigns 
In  temples  made  with  hands  to  'abide, 

And  while  o'er  all  the  heavens  he  reigns, 
He  doth  with  men  on  earth  reside. 

3  The  Lord  of  old  desir'd  to  dwell 

In  Zion;  'twas  his  settled  rest; 
And  Zion  yet  delights  him  well, 

His  church  is  with  his  presence  blest. 

4  "  Here  will  I  fix  my  gracious  throne, 

And  reign  for  ever,  saith  the  Lord; 

Here  shall  my  love  on  earth  be  known, 

And  here  my  name  will  I  record. 

5  Here  I  the  hungry  poor  will  meet, 

And  fill  their  souls  with  living  bread, 
With  full  provision  rich  and  sweet, 
The  famish'd  sinner  shall  be  fed. 

6  Array'd  in  truth,  and  clad  with  grace, 

Attending  ministers  shall  shine, 
Nor  Aaron's  robes,  nor  Moses'  face, 
Appear'd  so  beauteous  and  divine. 

7  Exulting  saints  with  cheerful  voice, 

Shall  make  my  church  with  music  ring; 
Triumphant  souls  shall  here  rejoice, 
In  loud  hozannas  to  their  King. 

8  Jesus  shall  see  whole  nations  born, 

As  in  a  day,  to  praise  his  name, 
Fresh  honors  shall  his  head  adorn, 

And  all  his  foes  be  cloth'd  with  shame." 

PSALM   132.  Part  1.  C.  M. 
Yearly  meeting. 

1  NO  slumber  soft,  no  sound  repose, 
Good  David  would  allow; 
His  zeal  forbid  his  eyes  to  close, 
'Till  he  perform'd  his  vow. 
2H  2 


36®  PSALM  132. 

2  He  Jacob's  mighty  God  addrest, 

And  sware  before  his  face, 

To  find  the  Lord  a  settled  rest, 

To  make  his  ark  a  place. 

3  The  Lord  in  Zion  plac'd  his  name, 

The  tribes  must  there  appear; 
At  his  command  all  Israel  came 

To  worship  thrice  a  year. 
At  But  we  have  no  such  lengths  to  roam, 

Who  worship  once  a  week; 
Nor  need  we  wander  far  from  home, 

To  find  him  whom  we  seek, 
5  Yet  when  from  distant  parts  we  meet, 

'Tis  not  a  vain  employ, 
We  find  the  saints'  communion  sweet, 

And  oft  return  with  joy. 

PSALM  132.  Part  2.  C.  M. 
Ordination. 

1  ARISE,  O  King  of  grace,  arise, 

And  enter  to  thy  rest, 
Lo!  thy  church  waits  with  longing  eyes, 
Thus  to  be  known  and  blest. 

2  Enter  with  all  thy  shining  ranks, 

Let  power  thy  footsteps  mark, 
Glorious  as  when  on  Jordan's  banks 
The  Levites  bore  thine  ark. 

3  Here,  mighty  God,  display  thy  love, 

And  here  thy  table  spread, 
Send  down  provisions  from  above, 
To  fill  the  poor  with  bread. 

4  Here  let  the  Son  of  David  deign 

His  heavenly  throne  to  raise, 
Justice  and  truth  attend  his  reign, 
And  endless  be  his  praise. 


PSALM  133.  361 

5  Here  let  him  send  his  influence  down, 
To  soften  human  woes; 
Let  health  and  peace  adorn  his  crown, 
And  shame  confound  his  foes. 

PSALM  133.    C.  M. 

Brotherly  love. 

1  BEHOLD  how  pleasant  'tis  to  see 

The  sons  of  virtuous  love, 
In  all  their  words  and  ways  agree 
To  seek  the  things  above. 

2  No  foes  tneir  happy  state  embroil, 

And  far  from  scenes  of  strife, 
Content  and  peace  reward  their  toil, 
With  all  the  joys  of  life. 

3  A  stream  of  bliss  from  God  the  spring 

Shall  every  soul  pervade, 
And  heavenly  peace  with  balmy  wing, 
Stretch  out  an  healing  shade. 

4  'Tis  like  the  'effusion  pure  and  sweet, 

On  Aaron's  reverend  head, 
The  trickling  drops  perfum'd  his  feet, 
And  o'er  his  garments  spread. 

5  'Tis  pleasant  as  the  morning  drops, 

That  fall  on  Zion's  hill, 
When  nightly  dews  revive  the  crops, 
And  nature  drinks  her  fill. 

PSALM  133.  S.  M. 

Th<    communion  of  saints. 

1  BEHOLD  the  pleasing  sight 

Where  saints  in  union  dwell, 
The  virtuous  souls  with  pure  delight 
Perform  their  duties  well. 

2  'Tis  like  the  effusion  sweet, 

That  once  o'er  Aaron  ran, 


362  PSALM  133. 

And  trickling  down  from  head  to  feet, 
Perfum'd  the  holy  man. 

3  'Tis  like  the  cheering  drops, 

That  from  the  mountains  flow, 
And  gently  falling  from  their  tops, 
Revive  the  plants  helow. 

4  Thus  on  the  heavenly  hills, 

The  saints  are  blest  above, 
There  joy  like  morning  dew  distills, 
And  ether*  drops  with  love. 

5  In  friendship  may  we  live 

To  cheer  and  bless  our  friends, 
'Till  God  that  greater  blessing  give, 
The  life  that  never  ends. 

PSALM  133.  As  the  122d. 
Friendship. 

1  HOW  pleasant  tis  to  see, 
Kindred  and  friend  agree, 

Far  from  the  noise  of  war  and  strife 
They  spend  their  happy  days, 
And  in  a  thousand  ways 

Refine  the  virtuous  joys  of  life. 

2  'Tis  like  the  ointmen-  shed 
On  Aaron's  reverend  head, 

That  trickled  downward  to  his  feet, 

The  ointment  freely  us'd, 

A  choice  perfume  diffus'd 
And  every  breath  around  was  sweet. 

3  As  fruitful  showers  of  rain, 
That  water  well  the  plain, 

Descending  from  the  neighboring  hills, 
So  streams  of  pleasure  roll, 
In  every  friendly  soul, 

And  far  extend  their  cheering  rills. 

*  Ether,  refined  air,  pure  and  heavenly. 


PSALM  134,  135.  363 

4  But  if  when  friends  unite, 
'Tis  such  a  lovely  sight, 

How  would  it  please  a  virtuous  mind, 

Should  dire  commotions  cease, 

The  nations  live  in  peace, 
And  all  the  world  prove  just  and  kind. 

5  Eternal  King  above, 
Descend  in  showers  of  love, 

Thy  gospel  spread  from  shore  to  shore; 

On  this  our  happy  land 

Thy  blessing  now  command, 
Health,  life  and  peace  for  ever  more. 

PLALM  134.  C.  M. 
Daily  and  nightly  devotion. 

1  YE  servants  of  the  'immortal  King, 

Approach  his  sacred  face; 
O,  bless  the  Lord,  ye  saints,  and  sing 
The  wonders  of  his  grace. 

2  Lift  up  your  hands  by  morning  light, 

And  send  your  souls  afar, 
Raise  your  admiring  thoughts  by  n  ^ht, 
Above  the  loftiest  star. 

3  The  God,  who  built  the  heavens  above, 

Will  bless  his  saints  below, 
They  shall  enjoy  his  richest  love, 
And  his  salvation  know. 

4  From  Zion  shall  his  word  of  power 

Break  from  the  gathering  cloud, 
And  blessings  on  the  nations  shower, 
With  thunder  roaring  loud. 

PSALM   135.  Part  1.  L.  M. 
God  is  sovreign  and  unsearchable. 
1  PRAISE  ye  the  Lord,  rejoice  and  sing, 
Ye  servants  of  the  'almighty  King, 


364  PSALM  134 

Attune  your  hearts  to  solemn  song, 
And  praise  him  in  the  'assembled  throng. 

2  Praise  ye  the  Lord,  ye  tuneful  band, 
Within  his  house  in  order  stand, 
To  bless  his  name  is  sweet  employ, 
To  sing  and  tell  the  world  our  joy. 

3  The  Lord  in  Jacob  takes  delight, 
The  saints  are  honor'd  in  his  sight, 
Chosen  in  Christ,  belov'd  and  known, 
A  ransom'd  treasure  all  his  own. 

4  Great  is  the  Lord  and  great  his  love, 
He  reigns  o'er  all  the  heavens  above; 
No  kingly  power  below  the  skies 
With  his  transcendent  glory  vies. 

5  He  sits  enthron'd  on  Zion's  hill, 
And  deep  in  counsel  works  his  will, 
Nor  mortal  pries,  nor  angel  sees, 
Nor  dares  to  search  his  deep  decrees. 

6  In  heaven  he  hath  his  sovreign  way, 
No  power  above  his  hand  can  stay, 
He  does  whate'er  delights  him  most, 
Among  the  blest  angelic  host. 

7  The  solid  earth,  and  flowing  deep, 
His  everlasting  orders  keep, 

Nor  dares  a  leaf,  nor  wave  to  move, 
If  God  the  motion  disapprove. 

8  His  eyes  pervade  the  darkest  place, 
That  distant  lies  in  boundless  space; 
His  slowest  thoughts  with  ease  outrun, 
The  swiftest  ray  that  leaves  the  sun. 

9  Praise  ye  the  Lord,  ye  saints  below, 
His  wond'rous  grace  and  glory  show; 
Let  earth  and  heaven  with  sweet  accord, 
In  general  concert  praise  the  Lord. 


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[PSALM  135.  365 

PSLM  135.  Part  2.  L.  M. 

The  Lord  God  omnipotent  reighneth. 

,  1  GREAT  is  the  Lord,  he  reigns  alone, 

O'er  every  power,  o'er  every  throne, 

Nor  man,  nor  angel  may  command, 

Nor  think  to  stay  his   mighty  hand. 

2  Great  is  the  Lord,  and  unconfin'd 

He  does  what  most  delights  his  mind, 
Thro  heaven  and  earth  and  sea  he  rides, 
And  rules  the  nations  and  the  tides. 

3  Vapor  at  his  command  ascends, 
Exhal'd*  from  earth's  remotest  ends, 
Condens'df  in  heaven,  returns  again 
In  gentle  dews,  or  showers  of  rain. 

4  He  brings  the  tempest  from  his  store, 
His  lightnings  flash,  his  thunders  roar, 
Electric  balls  around  him  play, 
While  for  his  rain  they  mark  the  way. 

5  What  dreadful  tokens  from  his  hand, 
Were  sent,  O  Egypt,  thro  thy  land, 
Israel  opprest  his  arm  releast, 

And  slew  thy  first  born,  man  and  beast. 
C  Nations  rebellious  with  their  kings, 
His  arm  to  desolation  brings, 
A  word  from  God,  a  look,  a  frown, 
Casts  the  contemptuous  tyrant  down. 
7,  Great  is  the  Lord,  his  holy  name 
Exists  from  endless  years  the  same; 
Let  every  house  his  deeds  record, 
And  every  nation  praise  the  Lord. 
PSALM  135.  C.  M. 
Praise  due  to  Gody  not  to  idols. 
\WAKE,  ye  saints,  to  praise  your  King, 
Your  sweetest  passions  raise, 
*  Exhaled,  drawn  upwards  by  the  sun  as  water, 
t  Condensed,  ma<le  thick. 


366  PSALM  135. 

Your  pious  pleasure  while  you  sing, 
Increasing  with  the  praise. 

2  Great  is  the  Lord;  his  dreadful  dart 

Shall  all  his  foes  destroy; 
But  saints  lie  near  the  Savior's  heart, 
His  treasure  and  his  joy. 

3  The  vapors  rise  at  his  command, 

Or  hail,  or  lightning  flies, 
While  dreadful  storms  o'er  sea  and  land 
Sweep  thro  the  sounding  skies. 

4  Ail  power  that  men  have  vainly  claim'd, 

Exists  in  God  alone; 
But  tyrant  kings  in  vain  have  aim'd 
To  fill  his  mighty  throne. 

5  Let  heathens  bow  before  a  stock 

And  tell  it  their  complaints, 
Jehovah  is  our  living  Rock, 
The  refuge  of  his  saints. 

6  None  of  the  stocks  and  stones  they  trust, 

Can  give  them  showers  of  rain; 
In  vain  they  worship  glittering  dust, 
And  pray  to  gold  in  vain. 

7  Their  gods  have  tongues  that  speechless  prove, 

Such  as  their  makers  gave; 
Their  feet  were  never  form'd  to  move, 
Nor  hands  have  power  to  save. 

8  Blind  are  their  eyes,  their  ears  are  deaf, 

Nor  hear  when  mortals  pray; 
Mortals,  who  wait  for  their  relief, 
Are  blind  and  deaf  as  they. 

9  Ye  nations  know  the  God  ot  grace, 

In  heaven  his  temple  stands; 
But  makes  the  church  his  resting  place, 
And  there  your  praise  demands. 


PSALM  136.  367 

PSALM  136.    C.  M. 
An  exhortation  to  praise  God, 

1  GIVE  thanks  to  God,  the  King  of  king6, 

His  mercies  yet  endure; 
His  arm  alone  does  wond'rous  things, 
His  truth  is  ever  sure. 

2  The  great  Creator's  name  be  prais'd, 

How  glorious  is  his  name! 
The  heavens  a  shining  frame  he  rais'd, 
How  wond'rous  is  the  frame! 

3  The  sun  supplies  the  day  with  light, 

And  sends  his  rays  afar; 
The  moon  and  stars  adorn  the  night, 
How  glorious  every  star! 

4  He  smote  the  sons  of  Egypt  dead, 

How  dreadful  is  his  rod! 
And  thence  with  joy  his  people  led, 
How  gracious  is  our  God! 

5  He  did  the  swelling  sea  divide, 

What  power  to  God  belongs! 

Israel  with  singing  cross'd  the  tide, 

How  joyful  were  their  songs! 

6  But  Pharaoh's  army  there  he  drownd,' 

How  soon  the  waves  return'd! 
Pursuers  fled-*-Jehovah  frown'd, 
How  fierce  his  vengeance  burn'd! 

7  Proud  monarchs  fell  beneath  his  hand, 

Victorious  is  his  sword; 
While  Israel  took  the  promis'd  land, 
And  be  his  name  ador'd. 

S  He  saw  the  nations  dead  in  sin, 
How  did  his  pity  melt! 
Sad  was  the  state  the  world  was  in, 
How  great  the  love  he  felt! 
2  I 


368  PSALM  136. 

9  He  sent  to  save  us  from  our  woe, 

His  goodness  never  fails; 
From  death,  and  hell,  and  every  foe, 
And  yet  his  grace  prevails. 

10  Give  thanks  to  God,  the  heavenly  King, 

His  mercies  yet  endure; 
Let  the  whole  earth  his  praises  sing, 
His  truth  is  ever  sure. 

PSALM  136.  As  the  148th. 
Praise  to  God  the  Creator  and  Redeemer. 

1  GIVE  thanks  to  God  our  King, 

Who  did  creation  frame; 
Let  every  creature  sing, 
The  great  Creator's  name. 
What  God  commands, 
Must  long  endure, 
And  ever  sure 
Creation  stands. 

2  The  Lord  performs  with  ease 

The  mandates  of  his  throne, 
He  built  the  flowing  seas, 

And  spread  the  heavens  alone. 
'Twas  at  his  call 
Creation  sprung; 
On  air  he  hung 
This  earthly  ball'. 

3  His  wisdom  iram'd  the  sun, 

The  source  of  heat  and  light; 
The  planets  round  him  run, 
He  maik'd  their  orbits  right. 
His  power  sustains 
The  lights  he  made; 
But  should  they  fade, 
His  truth  remains. 


PSALM  136.  369 


4  Egypt,  the  Lore1  o'erthrew, 

The  messeng*  r  of  power, 
Her  first-born  children  "slew, 
In  one  tremendous  hour. 
Let  tyrants  know, 
That  God  on  high 
Can  hear  a  sigh 
From  saints  below. 

5  He  did  the  sea  divide, 

The  trembling  waters  fled; 
While  Israel  cross'd  the  tide, 
By  Moses  safely  led. 
There  is  a  God, 
If  once  he  rise, 
Who  will  despise 
His  lifted  rod. 

6  But  Pharaoh's  hosts  were  drown'd, 

O'erwheim'd  with  mighty  waves; 
They  fled — Jehovah  frown'd, 
And  made  the  sea  their  graves. 
Proud  Egypt's  boast, 
Were  seen  no  more, 
Till  on  the  shore 
They  strew'd  the  coast. 

PAUSE. 

7  The  lan^  of  Canaan  shook 

Beneath  Jehovah's  hand, 
While  his  own  people  took 
Posse  -  si-  >n  of  the  land. 
Both  town  and  wall 
Encompass'd  round, 
With  trumpets'  sound 
Before  them  fall. 
3  Jehovah  saw  ourr  race 

Destroy 'd  oy  sinful  man, 


370  PSALM  136. 

And  in  his  boundless  grace, 
Reveal'd  the  glorious  plan. 
The  'eternal  mind 
Had  thus  decreed, 
"  The  woman's  seed 
Shall  save  mankind." 

9  He-  sent  his  only  Son 

To  save  our  souls  from  loss, 
Jesus  the  victory  won, 

He  conquer'd  on  the  cross. 
He  did  restore, 
And  set  us  free, 
When  on  the  tree 
Our  sins  he  bore. 

10  Give  thanks  to  God  our  King, 

To  God  the  praise  belongs; 
Sinners,  rejoice  and  sing, 
In  loud  and  cheerful  songs. 
His  honor  raise, 

Redeem'd  from  death, 
Let  every  breath 
Be  spent  in  praise. 

PSALM  136.   Abridged.  L.  M. 

1  GIVE  thanks  to  God  the  sovreign  King, 
His  praise,  ye  saints  and  seraphs,  sing; 
Wonders  of  grace  to  God  belong, 
Repeat  his  mercies  in  your  song. 

2  Give  to  the  Lord  of  lords  renown, 
The  King  of  kings  with  glory  crown; 
Great  is  his  grace,  his  mercy  sure, 
His  kingdom  ever  must  endure. 

3  He  built  the  world,  he  spread  the  sky, 
And  fixt  the  starry  lights  on  high; 
Wonders  of  grace  to  God  belong, 
Repeat  his  mercies  in  your  spng. 


psalm  isr.  371 

4  He  fills  the  sun  with  morning  light, 
The  moon  and  stars  direct  the  night; 
Great  is  his  grace,  his  mercy  sure, 
His  kingdom  ever  must  endure. 

5  The  Jews  he  freed  from  Pharaoh's  hand, 
And  brought  them  to  the  promis'd  land; 
Wonders  of  grace  to  God  belong, 
Repeat  his  mercies  in  your  song. 

6  He  saw  the  nations  dead  in  sin, 
And  felt  his  pity  move  within; 
Great  is  his  grace,  his  mercy  sure, 
His  kingdom  ever  must  endure. 

7  From  heaven  the  blest  Redeemer  came, 
To  save  the  world  from  sin  and  shame; 
Wonders  of  grace  to  God  belong, 
Repeat  his  mercies  in  your  song. 

8  Thro  this  vain  world  he  guides  our  feet, 
'Till  all  his  saints  in  glory  meet; 
Great  is  his  grace,  his  mercy  sure, 
His  kingdom  ever  must  endure. 

PSALM  137.  L.  M. 
Israel  in  captivity  and  Babylon  destroyed. 

1  O  BABYLON,  our  captive  ranks 
Sat  down  along  thy  river  bunks, 
A  time  of  fasting  there  we  kept, 
And  as  we  thought  of  Zion  wept. 

2  Our  harps  were  on  the  willows  hung. 
Not  one  melodious  tune  was  sung; 
We  gave  our  mighty  sorrows  vent, 
And  all  the  fast  in  mourning  spent. 

3  The  men,  who  dar'd  the  sainis  to  wrong, 
In  jest  requir'd  a  cheerful  song; 

11  Come  now.  say  they,  rejoice  and  sing 
In  praise  of  God  your  savfeign  King." 
2  I  2 


372  PSALM  isfc 

4  Remov'd  from  Zion  far  away, 
We  cannot  tune  our  harps  to  day; 
Nor  shall  our  sacred  music  charm 
The  men,  who  smiling  seek  our  harm. 

5  If  I  forget  my  native  land, 
Let  dislocation  seize  my  hand; 

My  tongue  be  dumb,  mine  eyes  be  blind, 
If  Zion  never  come  in  mind. 

6  Remember,  Lord,  the  sons  of  hell, 
Who  vex  the  world  in  which  we  dwell; 
And  as  they  love  the  sword  to  'employ, 
So  let  the  sword  their  lives  destroy. 

7  Now  let  oppressors  quake  for  fear, 
Thy  time,  O  Babylon,  is  near; 
Happy  the  man  who  lays  thee  low, 
And  deals  thy  sons  the  heaviest  blow. 

PSALM  137. 
The  Babylonian  ca/itivity. 

1  ALONG  the  banks  where  Babel's  current  flows 

Our    captive   bands   in   deep    despondence 
stray'd, 
While  Zion's  fall  in  sad  remembrance  rose, 
And  every  saint  for  sorrow  look'd  dismay 'd. 

2  The  tuneless  harp  that  once  with  joy  we  strung, 

When  praise  employ'd  and  mirth   inspir'd 

the  lay, 
In  mournful  silence  on  the  willows  hung, 
And  growing  grief  prolong'd    the    tedious 

day. 

3  Our  persecutors  saw  us  thus  exil'd, 

Then  bid  us  sin<^  in  soft  melodious  strains, 
Some  song  of  Zion  sing,  they  said,  and  smil'd, 
But  held  us  captive  in  relentless  chains. 


PSALM  138-  373 

4  Ah!  how   in    heathen    chains   and    lands   un- 

known, 
Shall  Israel's  sons  a  song  of  Zion  raisel 
O,  hapless  Salem,  God's  terrestrial  throne, 
Thou  land  of  glory,  sacred  mount  of  praise. 

5  If  e'er  my  memory  lose  thy  lovely  name, 

If  my  cold  heart  forget  my  kindred  race, 
Let  dislocation  seize  my  loos»n'd  frame, 
Be  dumb   my  tongue,  and  blush  my  guilty 
face. 

6  Yet   shall  the  Lord,  who  hears   when    Zion 

calls, 
O'ertake  her  foes  with  havoc  in  the  rear, 
His  arm  avenge  her  desolated  walls, 
'Till  persecutors  die  of  shame  and  fear. 

PSALM  138.  L.  M. 
Restoring  and  preserving  grace. 

1  WITH  my  wnole  heart,  eternal  King, 
1  will  thy  power  and  glory  sing; 

The  saints  shall  hear  the  notes  I  raise. 
Approve  the  song  and  join  the  praise. 

2  Conven'd  among  the  joyful  throng, 
Melodious  sounds  shall  swell  my  song; 
While  every  voice  in  concert  tries 
To  waft  the  music  to  the  skies. 

3  Thy  goodness,  Lord,  the  saints  adore. 
But  grace  demands  my  wonder  more, 
Not  all  thy  works  and  names  below 
So  much  thy  power  and  glory  show. 

4  To  God  I  cry'd  when  troubles  rose, 

He  heard  my  prayer,  and  queli'd  my  foes, 
,    He  did  my  lising  fears  control, 
And  hope  again  reviv'd  my  soul. 

5  The  God  of  heaven  his  state  maintains, 
Frowns  on  the  great,  the  proud  disdains; 


374  PSALM  139. 

But  saints  who  trust  his  grace  alone, 
Have  mil  accepiance  at  his  throne. 

6  Amid  a  thousand  snares  I  stand, 
Up   eld  and  guarded  by  his  hand; 
His  words  my  fainting  soul  revive. 
And  keep  my  dying  faith  alive. 

7  Grace  will  complete  what  grace  begins, 
To  save  from  sorrows  or  from  sins; 
The  work  that  wisdom  undertakes, 
Eternal  mercy  ne'er  forsakes. 

PSALM  139.  Part  1.  L.  M. 
The  all-seeing  God. 

1  OMNISCIENT  God,  thy  mind  pervades 
The  darkest  clouds,  the  thickest  shades, 
Thine  ail-discerning  sight  espies 
Whate'er  is  done  below  the  skies. 

2  My  thoughts,  before  they  are  mine  own, 
Are  to  thy  mind  distinctly  known; 
Thou  know'st  the  words  I  mean  to  speak, 
Ere  from  mine  opening  lips  they  break. 

3  Within  thy  circling  power  I  stand, 
On  either  side  I  find  thine  hand; 
Where'er  I  go,  where'er  I  stay, 
Thy  providence  attends  my  way. 

4  Thy  knowledge  is  an  heavenly  blaze, 
That  strikes  the  cherubs  with  amaze; 
Not  one  by  searching  thee  can  find, 
Or  comprehend  thy  boundless  mind. 

5  Then  what  can  I  hv  thought  attain 
To  find  out  God!  The  search  is  vain, 
Thy  deep  designs  I  cannot  see, 

Ail  are  too  wonderful  for  me. 

6  Where'er  I  rove,  where'er  I  rest, 

O,  may  this  thought  possess  my  breast, 


PSALM  139.  375 

•  The  Lord  is  here,  whate'cr  I  do 
His  eyes  omniscient  look  me  thro.'' 

PAUSE. 

7  Where  can  a  guilty  sinner  fly, 

0  Lord,  to  shun  thy  piercing  eye! 
An  hiding  place,  ah!  who  can  find 
Unknown  10  thy  discerning  mind! 

8  If  up  to  heaven  I  stretch  my  plumes, 
Thy  presence  there  the  heaven  illumes; 
Or  if  I  make  my  bed  in  hell, 

*Tis  there  thy  power  and  justice  dwell. 
§  If  mounted  on  the  wings  of  morn, 
In  distant  seas  I  dwell  lorlorn, 
The  hand  that  guides  me  thro  the  deep, 
Would  still  my  soui  in  safety  keep. 

10  Or  should  I  try  to  shun  thy  sight, 
Beneath  the  spreading  veil  of  night, 
One  glance  of  thine,  one  piercing  ray, 
Would  kindle  darkness  into  day. 

11  The  veil  of  night  is  no  disguise, 

No  screen  from  thine  all-searching  eyesj 
But  thou  canst  seize  thy  foes  as  soon, 
Thro  midnight  shades  as  blazing  noon. 

12  Midnight  and  noon  in  this  agree, 
Both  are  alike,  my  God,  to  thee; 
The  gloomy  cloud,  the  glowing  flame, 
With  thee  for  ever  shine  the  same. 

13  Where'er  I  rove,  where'er  I  rest, 

O,  may  this  thought  poss;  s  my  breast, 
;'  I  must  the  laws  of  heaven  revere, 

1  may  not  sin,  for  God  is  here." 

PSALM  139.  Part  2.  L.  M. 
The  wonderful  for mu  don  of  man. 
1   IT  was  from  thee,  my  God,  I  came, 
A  fabric  of  superior  frame; 


376  PSALM  139. 

And  yet  mine  earthly  temple  stands, 
The  fearful  wonder  of  thine  hands. 

2  'Twas  thou,  who  didst  possess  my  reins, 
When  blood  came  flowing  thro  my  veins, 
Mine  arteries  cast  ;;broad  the  blood, 

My  veins  return'd  the  crimson  food. 

3  Thine  eyes  did  all  my  limbs  survey, 
Which  yet  in  embryo  darkness  lay, 
Thou  savv'stthe  daily  growth  they  took, 
Form'd  by  the  model  of  thy  book. 

4  By  thee  mv  growing  parts  were  narn'd, 
And  what  thy  sovv.ekm  counsels  fram'd, 
The  breathing  lungSj  the  beatin.-  heart, 
Were  fashion'd  with  unerring  art. 

5  From  irritation  sense  began 

To  form  the  passions  of  the  man, 

Till  the  young  powers  of  human  thought 

Were  strangely  to  volition  wrought. 

6  At  length*  to  show  thy  skill  divine, 
What  first  was  dark  began  to  shine, 

Thy  breath,  that  warms  both  earth  and  skies, 
Blew  up  the  flame  that  never  dies. 

7  Joi:  Vi  to  my  flesh  the  'immortal  soul, 
Perceiv'd  the  power  of  thy  control, 
Struck  like  a  spark  from  parent  stock 
The  fire  was  in  the  living  Rock. 

8  What  wonders  in  myself  I  find* 

Thy  thoughts  ar    precious  to  my  mind, 
How  great  their  sum,  how  -vise  m>  deeds^ 
Continued  life  from  God  proceeds. 

PSALM  139     Part  3.    L.  M. 
The  wonderful  fires  d-vu  *  ion  of  man. 
3   LORD  since  in  mine  advancing  age, 
I  *ve  acted  on  life's  busy  stage, 


PSALM  133.  577 

Thy  thoughts  of  love  to  me  surmount 
The  power  of  numbers  to  recount. 

2  I  could  the  boundless  strand  explore,* 
And  count  each  sand  that  makes  the  shore, 
E're  my  sublimest  thoughts  could  trace, 
The  numerous  wonders  of  thy  grace. 

3  Thou.  Lord,  wilt  bless  my  following  days, 
And  while  thy  sword  the  wic?  ed  slays, 

I  '11  keep  thy  judgments  near  mine  heart, 
And  bid  that  bloody  race  depart. 

4  Thy  love  is  on  my  mind  imprest, 
\\  ith  this  I  give  mine  eyes  to  rest; 
And  at  my  waking  hours  I  find 
Thy  love  the  most  revives  my  mind. 

PSALM  139.    P.irt4.    L  M. 
Grieving  for  the  sins  of 'others. 

1  MY  soul  is  fill'd  with  grief  and  shame^ 
When  fools  deride  my  Savior's  name, 
I  mourn  to  hear  their  lips  blaspheme, 
And  make  the  word  of  life  tiuir  theme. 

2  I,  Lord,  with  perfect  hate  detest, 
The  scornful  smile,  the  daring  jest, 
The  men,  who  hate  thy  laws  and  thee, 
I  count  for  enemies  to  me. 

3  O  search  me,  Lord,  and  know  mine  heart, 
And  try  my  sou)  in  every  part, 

'Till  all  rny  powers  and  every  thought 
Are  sweetly  to  submission  brought. 

4  I  would  not  from  my  God  remove, 

And  tho  mine  heart  should  ne'er  reprove, 

For  walking  in  a  false  disguise, 

Yet  try  my  soul  with  searching  eyes. 

*  To  explore,  to  search,  to  examine. 


378  PSALM  139. 

5  Does  secret  mischief  lurk  within, 
Or  loves  my  soul  some  unknown  sin? 
Reclaim  me,  Lord,  whene'er  I  stray, 
And  guide  my  feet  in  all  the  way. 

PSALM  139.    Part  1.    C.  M. 
The  omniscient  God. 

1  IN  every  power,  in  every  part, 

My  Maker  knows  me  well; 
There  's  not  a  thought  within  my  heart, 
But  thou,  my  God,  canst  tell. 

2  Thine  all  surrounding  sight  surveys, 

My  rising  and  my  rest, 
My  public  walks,  my  private  ways, 
And  secrets  of  my  breast. 

3  No  place  of  hiding  can  I  find, 

Where  God  is  never  met; 

On  either  side,  before,  behind, 

Thou  hast  my  way  beset. 

4  Such  knowledge  is  too  great  for  me, 

It  far  transcends  the  skies! 
Ah!  whither,  whither  shall  I  flee, 
To  shun  thy  searching  eyes? 

5  If  up  to  heaven  my  flight  I  take, 

The  Lord  is  there  on  high; 
Or  if  in  hell  my  bed  I  make, 
The  Lord  in  depths  is  nigh. 

6  If  I  should  take  the  wings  of  morn 

And  dwell  in  distant  lands, 
The  fugitive  obscure,  forlorn, 
Is  yet  within  thine  hands. 

7  If  o'er  myself  I  think  to  draw 

The  curtains  of  the  night, 
The  flaming  eyes  that  guard  thy  law. 
Would  turn  the  shades  to  lisrht. 


PSALM  139.  379 

8  The  beams  of  noon,  the  midnight  hour, 
Are  both  alike  to  thee; 
O,  may  I  ne'er  provoke  that  power 
From  which  I  cannot  flee. 

PSALM  139.   Part.  2.  C.  M. 
Zoonomia* 

1  WHEN  I  with  pleasing  wonder  stand 

And  view  my  curious  frame; 
The  building  shows  the  Maker's  hand, 
And  here  1  read  his  name. 

2  The  Lord  of  life  possest  my  reins, 

Where  unborn  nature  grew, 
He  fili'd  with  blood  my  rising  veins, 
And  all  my  members  drew. 

3  His  eye  with  nicest  care  survey 'd 

The  growth  of  every  part; 
The  springs  of  life  his  word  obey'd, 
And  mov'd  my  beating  heart. 

4  He  wrought  my  substance  in  the  dark, 

Where  I  his  embryo  lay, 
'Till  thou,  my  soul,  a  vital  spark, 
Illum'd  this  house  of  clay. 

5  There  irritation  strongly  wrought, 

There  sense  and  soul  began, 
'Till  the  young  powers  of  human  thought 
Immortaliz'd  the  man! 

6  Creating  power  transports  my  mind, 

To  God  my  soul  I  raise, 
The  rnnre  I  search  myself  I  find 
The'  greater  cause  for  praise. 

7  Long  as  my  mortal  lungs  shall  heave, 

My  Maker  I  'il  adore; 

*  Zoor.omia,  the  law  of  organic  life. 

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380  PSALM  139,  140 

And  when  this  dying  flesh  I  leave, 
My  soul  shall  praise  him  more. 

PSALM  139.  Part  3.  C.  M. 

The  mercies  of  God  innumerable,  an  evening 

psalm. 

1  LORD,  when  I  count  my  mercies  o'er 

They  strike  me  with  surprise; 
Not  all  the  sands  that  spread  the  shore 
To  half  their  numbers  rise. 

2  My  flesh  with  fear  and  wonder  stands 

An  house  of  living  clay, 
Upheld  by  thy  supporting  hands, 
The  building  stands  to  day. 

3  How  precious,  how  divinely  sweet, 

Are  all  thy  thoughts  of  love! 
What  favors  here  on  earth  I  meet, 
But  hope  for  more  above. 

4  These  on  mine  heart  by  night  I  keep, 

And  find  them  dear  to  me! 
Oh!  may  I  wake  refresht  by  sleep, 
And  spend  the  day  for  thee. 

PSALM  140.    L.  M. 
Oppression  complained  of. 

\   SAVE  us,  O  God;  thy  powerful  arm, 
The  best  defends  the  saints  from  harm; 
When  bloody  men  for  war  combine, 
We  seek  no  help,  O  God,  but  thine. 

3  Our  foes  against  our  peace  engage, 
And  give  a  loose  to  burning  rage; 
No  serpent  whets  his  tongue  so  long, 
Or  throws  a  venom  half  so  strong. 

3  They  for  our  lives  have  spread  a  snare, 
They  watch  us  with  an  envious  care, 


PSALM  140.  381 

They  take  by  force  whate'er  they  please, 
And  claim  the  rit^ht  to  rule  the  seas. 

4  Behold  they  boast  0t  mighty  ships, 

How  proud  their  words,  how  f  dse  their  lips! 
They  say  that  peace  is  all  their  aim, 
And  yet  the  right  to  search  us  claim. 

5  Arise,  O  Lord,  thy  word  perform, 
Descend  in  all  die  power  of  storm, 
Now  on  their  navy  pour  thy  coals, 
Oi  cast  them  on  destructive  shoals. 

6  "  Thus  s-ith  the  Lord,  who  reigns  on  high, 
I  *ve  hear  I  my  sorrowing  people  sigh, 
And  have  i  ■  dreadful  wrath  come  down, 
To  sh.ke  the  nations  with  my  frown. 

7  I  will  the  rights  of  man  maintain, 

Mine  hand  shall  break  the  oppressor's  chain; 
The  saints  redeem'd  from  all  their  woes, 
Shall  triumph  o'er  their  falling  foes." 

PSALM  140.  C   M 
God  is  'our  protector. 

1  PROTECT  us,  Lord,  from  fatal  harm, 

Behold  our  rising  woes; 
We  trust  alone  thy  powerful  arm 
To  scatter  all  our  foes. 

2  Their  tongues  are  like  envenom'd  darts, 

Their  thoughts  are  full  of  guile; 
While  rage  and  carnage  swell  their  hearts, 
They  wear  a  peaceful  smile. 

3  O  God  of  grace,  thy  guardian  care, 

When  f  >es  without  invade 
Or  spread  within  a  deeper  snare, 
Supplies  our  constant  aid. 

4  Let  falsehood  flee  before  thy  face, 

Thine  heavenly  truth  extend; 


382  PSALM  141. 

Let  every  nation  taste  thy  grace; 

And  ail  delusion  end. 
5  Relieve:  he  'opprest  whene'er  they  sigh, 

On  vile  oppressors  tread; 
And  be  thy  church  exalted  high 

With  Christ  its  glorious  head. 

PSALM  141.    Part  4.    L.  M. 
Watchfulness  and  brotherly  love. 
1   ON  thee,  my  gracious  God,  I  call, 
And  at  thy  footstool  humbly  fall; 
Make  haste  to  hear  my  suppliant  voice, 
And  let  my  soui  in  thee  rejoice. 

2  As  incense  bffer'd  to  my  King 

To  thee  my  cheerful  thanks  I  bring; 

0  may  my  nightly  worship  rise 
Sweet  as  the  evening  sacrifice. 

3  I  'il  watch  my  mouth;  for  thro  the  lips 
How  oft  tiie  word  of  mischief  slips; 
No  wicked  thought,  no  vile  ii.tent, 
Shall  thro  that  sacred  door  have  vent. 

4  O  may  the  righteous,  when  1  stray, 
Smite  and  reprove  my  wand'ring  way; 
Their  gentle  words,  like  ointment  shed, 
Shall  never  bruise,  but  cheer  mine  head. 

5  When  I  behold  them  prest  with  grief, 

1  '11  cry  to  heaven  i<  r  their  relief; 
From  Satan's  sn  res  I  '11  draw  their  feet, 
And  they  shall  own  my  words  were  sweet. 

PSALM   141.    Part  2.    L.  M. 

Lead  us  not  into  tempi  at  ion. 
1   PRESERVE  our  souls,  eternal  Ling, 
From  every  false  and  wicked  thing; 
While  sinners  all  our  steps  surround, 
True  to  the  Lord  may  we  be  found. 


PSALM  141.  383 

2  The  sons  of  earth,  who  roll  in  vice, 
In  vain  our  watchful  feet  entice, 
Our  cautious  souls  shall  ne'er  incline 
To  taste  their  bread,  or  drink  their  wine. 

3  But  should  we  sin,  when  fools  invite, 
Us  may  the  righteous  kindly  smite, 
The  gentle  words  the  faithful  use 
Shall  on  our  heads  like  oil  diffuse.* 

4  Their  judges  must  be  quite  o'erthrown, 
When  God  shall  make  his  judgments  known; 
The  saints  shall  tread  them  with  their  feet, 
And  hear  my  words  divinely  sweet. 

5  Our  bones  are  scattered  at  our  graves, 
How  proud  the  boasting  foe  behaves; 
As  wood  the  laboring  axman  cleaves, 
So  his  unsparing  hand  bereaves. 

6  Eternal  God,  in  whom  we  trust, 
Our  foes  shall  know  that, God  is  just; 
The  men,  who  now  thy  saints  provoke, 
Shall  fall  beneath  thy  heaviest  stroke. 

PSALM  141.  C.  M. 

The  uncorrufited  christian. 

1  TO  heaven  I  send  mine  evening  cry, 

In  mercy,  Lord,  attend; 
As  incense  rising  thro  the  sky, 
So  let  my  prayer  ascend. 

2  I  would  the  restless  tongue  control, 

And  guard  my  thoughts  within; 
Nor  let  the  way  to  thee,  my  soui, 
Become  the  door  to  sin. 

3  With  men,  who  roll  in  every  vice, 

I  '11  neither  dine  nor  sup, 

*  To  diffuse,  to  pour  out,  to  spread,  to  scatter, 
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384  PSALM  142. 

Their  dainties  me  shall  ne'er  entice 
To  touch  their  golderj  cup. 

4  But  should  the  tempting  world  invite, 

And  I  from  God  remove, 

0  may  the  righteous  gently  smite, 
And  every  friend  reprove. 

5  Their  gentle  words  like  lenient  oil  < 

Shall  never  break  mine  head, 

1  '11  rise  victorious  every  foil,* 

And  on  the  tempter  tread. 

6  If  Satan  should  entrap  their  feet, 

I  'il  warn  my  friends  with  care, 
And  they  shall  own  my  words  were  sweet, 
When  they  have  'scap'd  the  snare. 

PSALM   142.  C  M. 
God  is  the  ho/ie  of  the  helpless . 

1  TO  God  I  made  my  sorrows  known, 

From  Gou  I  sought  relief; 
In  long  complaints  beiore  his  throne 
I  pour'd  out  all  my  grief. 

2  My  soul  was  overwhelm'd  with  woes, 

But  God  beheld  my  way, 

On  either  side  I  found  my  foes 

Were  watchful  to  betiay. 

3  For  me  they  set  a  secret  snare, 

And  rag'd  without  control; 
While  not  a  mortal  seem'd  to  care 
If  they  devour'd  my  soul. 

4  Then  from  the  dark  and  dismal  cave 

I  thus  my  God  addrest; 
"  O  Lord,  mine  hope  beyond  the  grave, 
Be  thou  my  present  rest. 

*  Foil,  a  defeat,  a  miscarriage- 


PSALM  143.  385 

5  Behold  me  brought  exceeding  low, 

In  mercy  now  attend, 
And  let  my  Iocs,  who  vex  me,  know, 
That  Je^us  is  my  friend. 

6  My  soul  from  this  sad  prison  bring 

That  I  may  praise  thy  name; 
Surrounding  saints  with  me  shall  sing 
And  tell  thy  deeds  of  lame. 

PSALM  143.  L.  M. 
Complaint  of  heavy  afflictions  in  mind  and  body, 

1  GIVE  ear.  Almighty  God,  give  ear, 
My  suppliant  cry  vouchsafe  to  hear, 
In  righteousness  my  prayer  attend, 
And  swift  as  thought  an  answer  send. 

2  For  all  the  crimes  that  I  have  done, 
I  plead  the  merits  of  thy  Son; 

But  should  thy  law  its  own  demand, 
No  flesh  could  in  thy  presence  stand. 

3  Opprest  with  loads  of  guilt  and  sin, 
My  soul  is  desolate  within; 

My  thoughts  in  musing  silence  trace 
The  former  wonders  of  thy  grace. 

4  In  darkness  like  the  blind  I  grope, 
Till  I  perceive  a  glimpse  of  hope; 
O,  could  I  hear  thy  morning  voice, 
How  would  my  sorrowing  soul  rejoice. 

5  As  plants  revive  with  morning  dew, 
So  does  thy  grace  my  soul  renew, 

To  heaven  I  stretch  abroad  mine  hands, 
And  thirst  for  God  like  parched  lands. 

6  For  God  I  thirst,  for  God  I  sigh, 
And  lift  my  weary  soul  on  high, 
For  God  sit  morning  all  the  day, 
And  wear  the  tedious  hours  away. 


386  PSALM  144. 


1 


7  O,  teach  me,  Lord,  to  do  thy  will, 
And  guide  my  feet  to  Zion's  hill; 
Let  the  good  spirit  of  thy  love 
Conduct  me  to  thy  courts  above. 

8  Then  shall  my  soul  no  more  complain, 
The  tempter  then  shall  rage  in  vain; 
And  flesh  that  was  my  foe  before, 
Shall  never  vex  my  spirit  more. 

PSALM  144     Part  1.    CM. 
Assistance  and  victory  in  the  spiritual  warfare. 

1  I  BLESS  the  God  of  boundless  might, 

My  hel  Met  and  my  shield, 
Who  forms  me  for  the  heavenly  fight, 
And  leads  me  to  the  field, 

2  God  is  my  fortress,  God  my  tower, 

On  him  my  soul  relies; 
I  '11  triumph  in  his  conquering  power, 
Should  hell  against  me  rise. 

3  In  vain  mine  envious  foes  begin 

Their  unprovok'd  attack, 
For  Jesus  saves  my  soul  from  sin, 
And  drives  the  tempter  back. 

4  A  friend  and  helper  so  divine, 

My  feeble  faith  can  raise; 
He  makes  the  glorious  victory  mine, 
And  his  shall  be  the  praise. 

PSALM  144.    Part  2.  C.   M. 
A  prayer  for  the  destruction  and  conversion  of 

God's  enemies. 
1  LORD,  what  is  man,  rebellious  man, 
Of  Kuilt  and  weakness  made, 
His  longest  days  on  earth  a  span, 
His  life  a  flying  shade! 


PSALM  144.  387 

2  Shall  such  a  worm  lift  up  his  head, 

And  like  a  mountain  stand? 

Shall  he  display  no  signs  of  dread 

When  God  is  near  at  hand? 

3  Arrest  unconscious  sinners  now, 

"Who  thus  thy  wrath  provoke, 
The  heavens  with  all  thy  glory  bow, 
And  make  the  hills  to  smoke. 

4  Cast  forth  thy  lightnings,  and  employ 

Thine  all  consuming  cloud; 
Shoot  out  thine  arrows,  and  destroy 
The  'oppressive  and  the  proud. 

5  O  send  thy  spirit  from  above, 

To  work  a  glorious  change; 
Convert  them  into  sons  of  love, 
From  children  base  and  strange. 

6  So  will  we  join  to  bless  our  King, 

For  grace  divinely  free, 
And  every  harp,  and  every  string, 
Shall  sound  a  note  for  thee. 

PSALM  144.  Part  3-  C.  M. 
The  ha/ifiy  nation. 

1  HAPPY  the  land  where  gospel  truth 

Its  heavenly  light  displays, 
While  reverend  age  and  blooming  youth 
Perceive  its  golden  rays. 

2  There  God  his  choicest  blessing  grants, 

A  pure  and  pleasing  air; 
The  sons  appear  like  thrifty  plants, 
In  strength  and  beauty  fair. 

3  Like  corner  stones,  a  living  row 

Gi  virtuous  $aught€  i  s  stand, 
And  polish 'd  like  a  palace  show 
The  splendor  of  the  land. 


388  PSALM  145. 

4  The  garners  overflow  with  grain, 

And  earth  abounds  with  store, 
Along  the  street  no  tongues  com  plain, 
For  heart  can  wish  no  more. 

5  The  flocks  of  sheep  have  large  increase 

The  beasts  of  draft  are  strong; 

No  sons  o'  plunder  break  the  peace, 

Nor  do  their  neighbors  wrong. 

6  Jehovah  is  their  only  rest, 

The  saints  are  ever  his; 

That  nation  is  divinely  blest, 

Whose  king  Jehovah  is. 

PSALM  145.  L.  M. 

The  greatness  of  God. 

1  I  'LL  magnify  my  God  and  King, 
His  grace  and  greatness  will  I  sing; 
His  praise  shall  well  vny  tongue  employ, 
And  fill  my  cheerful  soul  with  joy. 

2  I  '11  bless  the  Lord;  each  morning1  ray 
Shall  bear  some  grateful  note  away, 
A; id  every  setting  sun  prolong 

The  praise  and  triumph  of  the  song. 

3  Great  is  the  Lord;  in  power  supreme, 
His  goodness  flows  an  endless  stream; 
His  love  is  swift,  his  anger  slow, 

But  dreadful  to  the  stubborn  foe. 

4  Great  is  the  Lord;  let  race  to  race 
Declare  the  wonders  of  his  grace; 
His  works  with  sovreign  glory  shine, 
And  show  his  majesty  divine. 

5  Let  distant  times  and  nations  raise 
The  long  succession  of  his  praise; 
And  unborn  ages  yet  arise, 

To  shout  his  glory  to  the  skies. 


PSALM  145.  389 

6  But  who  can  speak  his  glorious  deeds, 
His  greatness  language  far  exceeds; 
Nor  can  the  nobler  powers  of  thought 
Conceive  the  wonders  God  lias  wrought. 

PSALM  145.    Part  1.   C  M. 
The  goodness  of  God. 
i    LONG  as  I  live  I  '11  bless  his  name, 
Who  rules  the  world  in  love; 
My  work  and  joy  shall  be  the  same 
In  the  bright  world  above. 

2  I  '11  send  my  grateful  songs  away 

To  his  celestial  seat; 
Perpetual  praise  from  day  to  day 
Shaii  fill  the  long  repeat. 

3  Great  is  the  Lord  in  power  and  grace, 

But  who  can  vpeak  his  deeds? 
His  love  to  man's  rebellious  race, 
Our  language  far  exceeds! 

4  His  goodness  cheers  the  world  below, 

In  God  the  saints  rejoice; 

In  mercy  swift,  in  anger  slow, 

How  gracious  is  his  voice! 

5  Fathers  shall  well  instruct  the  youth, 

And  high  his  honors  raise; 
Ages  to  come  proclaim  his  truth, 
And  far  resound  his  praise. 

6  His  glorious  deeds  of  ancient  date, 

Shall  thro  the  world  be  known; 
And  every  kingdom,  every  state, 
The  King  of  nations  own. 

7  The  worlds  are  manured  by  his  hands, 

He  made  and  rules  them  all, 
And  his  eternal  kingdom  stands, 
When  tottering  empires  fall. 


390  PSALM  145. 

PSALM  145.  Part  2.  C  M. 

Providence  and  grace. 

1  THE  sweet  remembrance  of  thy  grace, 

My  God,  my  sovreign  King, 

Let  every  realm  and  every  race, 

In  hymns  friumphant  sing. 

2  God  reigns  on  high,  bnt  ne'er  confines 

His  goodness  to  the  skies; 
O'er  all  the  world  his  bounty  shines, 
And  every  want  supplies. 

3  With  longing  eyes  the  creatures  wait 

On  God  for  daily  food; 
His  liberal  hand  in  every  strait, 
Relieves  the  famish'd  brood. 

4  The  Lord  is  good;  he  lov'd  us  all; 

In  works  of  mercy  swift; 
He  gave  us  ransom  at  the  fall, 

And  Jesus  was  the  giftl 
Let  every  creature,  every  tribe, 

Exalt  their  Maker's  name; 
But  saints  who  most  his  love  imbibe,* 

Should  most  his  love  proclaim.     \ 

PSALM  145.  Part  3.  C.  M. 
God's  mercy  to  sufferers. 

1  LET  every  tongue  thy  goodness  speak, 

Thou  sovreign  Lord  of  all; 
Thy  strength'ning  hands  uphold  the  weak. 
And  raise  the  poor  that  fall. 

2  When  sorrow  bows  the  spirit  down, 

And  virtue  lies  distrest, 
Beneath  some  proud  oppressor's  frown, 
Thou  giv'st  the  mourners  rest. 

*  To  embibe,  to  drink  in 


PSALM  118.  391 

3  The  Lord  supports  our  sinking  days, 

And  guides  our  giddy  youth; 
Sacred  and  just  are  all  his  ways, 
And  all  his  words  are  truth. 

4  His  mercy  never  shall  remove 

From  men  of  hearts  sincere; 
Should  Satan  rage,  and  kings  reprove, 
The  saints  shall  persevere. 

5  His  sword  the  victory  shall  achieve,* 

And  pierce  his  foes  with  pain; 
But  they,  who  first  in  Christ  believe, 
Shall  ne'er  believe  in  vain. 

6  My  lips  shall  praise  the  living  Lord, 

Who  cools  the  raging  flame; 
Ye  suffering  saints,  with  one  accord, 
For  ever  bless  his  name. 

PSALM  146.  L.  M. 
Praise  to  God  for  his  goodness  and  truth, 

1  PRAISE  ye  the  Lord,  'tis  sweet  employ 
To  sing  and  tell  the  world  our  joy; 

My  soul  shall  join  the  adoring  throng, 
And  praise  Elohim  in  my  song. 

2  1  '11  praise  him  in  a  sacred  ode, 
Now  while  the  flesh  is  mine  abode; 
But  when  I  land  on  Canaan's  shore, 
My  happy  soul  shall  praise  him  more. 

3  Why  should  I  make  a  man  my  trust? 
Princes  must  die  and  turn  to  (lust, 
Their  help  is  vain,  their  vital  breath, 
Their  pomp  and  power  depart  at  death. 

4  Happy  the  man,  whose  hopes  rely 
On  Israel's  God;  he  made  the  sky, 

*  To  acheive,  to  perform,  to  finish,  to  gain. 
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392  PSARM  146. 

And  earth  and  seas  with  all  their  train, 
And  none  shall  find  his  promise  vain. 

5  The  Lord  is  glorious  in  his  deeds, 

He  saves  the  'opprest,  the  poor  he  feeds, 
He  makes  the  noise  of  war  to  cease, 
And  Sviids  the  prisoner  sweet  release. 

6  The  Lord  to  sight  restores  the  blind, 
The  Lord  supports  the  sinking  mind, 
He  helps  the  stranger  when  exil'd, 
The  widow  and  the  friendless  child. 

7  He  loves  his  saints,  he  knows  them  well, 
But  turns  the  wicked  down  to  hell; 
Thy  God,  ()  Zion,  ever  reigns, 

Praise  him  in  everlasting  strains. 

PSALM   146.    As  the  113th. 
God  is  worthy  of 'cur  fir ais e  and  trust . 

1  I  'LL  praise  my  Maker  with  my  breath, 
And  when  my  voice  is  lost  in  death, 

Praise  shall  my  nobler  powers  employ; 
My  days  of  praise  shall  ne'er  be  past, 
While  life  and  thought  and  being  last, 

In  yonder  world  of  heavenly  joy. 

2  Why  should  I  make  a  man  my  trust? 
Princes  must  die  and  turn  to  dust, 

Vain  is  the  power  of  kings  to  save; 
Their  breath  departs,  and  in  a  day, 
Their  thoughts  ior  ever  pass  away, 

And  perish  with  them  in  the  grave. 
S  Happy  the  man.  whose  hopes  rely 
On  Israel's  God;  he  made  the  sky, 

And  earth  and  seas,  with  all  their  train; 
The  Lord  is  glorious  in  his  deeds. 
He  saves  the  'opprest,  the  poor  he  feeds, 

And  none  shall  find  Lis  promise  vain. 


PSAL.M  147.  393 

4  The  Lord  to  sight  restores  the  blind 
The  Lord  supports  the  sinking  mind, 

He  soothes  the  saint  when  bow'd  with  grief; 
He  sets  the  prisoner  loose,  the  exil'd, 
The  widow  and  the  friendless  child* 

Look  up  to  God  and  find  relief. 

5  He  loves  his  saints,  be  knows  them  well, 
But  turns  the  wicked  down  to  hell, 

Thy  God,  O  Zion,  ever  reigns; 
Let  men  of  every  tongue  and  age, 
In  this  exalted  work  engage, 

Praise  him  in  everlasting  strains. 

6  I  'li  praise  him  while  he  lends  me  breath, 
And  when  my  voice  is  lost  in  death, 

Praise  shall  my  nobler  powers  employ; 
My  d?ys  of  praise  shall  ne'er  be  past, 
While  life  and  thought  and  being  last 

In  yonder  world  of  heavenly  joy. 

PSALM  147.  Part  1.    L.  M. 
The  hh'ing  place. 

1  PRAISE  ye  the  Lord,  'tis  good  to  sing 
The  praise  of  our  eternal  King, 

It  well  becomes  the  saints  to  raise 
Their  hearts  and  voices  in  his  praise. 

2  Jesus,  the  King  of  sa;nts,  comes  down, 
To  build  his  church,  to  wear  his  crown;. 
Israel  dispers'd  the  Lore!  invites, 

And  in  one  head  the  whole  uni*es. 

3  The  Lord  has  founded  in  the  west, 
An  hiding  place  for  man  opprest; 
Come  out,  ye  saints,  and  thither  run, 
The  judgments  of  the  Lord  to  shun. 

4  The  Lord  his  sufferers  will  console, 
He  makes  their  broken  spirits  whole, 


394  PSALM  H7. 

While  in  their  wounds  he  pours  his  balm, 
Their  minds  become  an  heavenly  calm. 

5  He  form'd  the  stars,  those  heavenly  flames, 
He  counts  their  numbers,  calls  their  names, 
And  in  galaxy*  views  afar, 

Our  bright  and  constellated  star. 

6  Great  is  the  Lord,  and  great  in  power, 
When  storms  in  wild  commotion  lower, 
His  hand  directs  the  flying  cloud, 

And  pours  a  tempest  on  the  proud. 

7  Jehovah  let  the  nations  seek, 

His  powerful  hand  upholds  the  meek; 
And  while  he  well  rewards  the  just, 
He  treads  the  'oppressor  in  the  dust. 

PSALM  147.    Part  2.    L.  M. 
God  is  sovreign  and  absolute. 

\   SING  to  the  Lord,  ye  saints,  alo'id, 

Who  spreads  o'er  heaven  his  wat'ry  cloud, 
There  he  prepares  the  fruitful  rain, 
Nor  lets  the  drops  descend  in  vain. 

3  He  makes  the  grass  the  hills  to  'adorn, 
He  clothes  the  smiling  fields  with  corn, 
He  gives  to  man  and  beast  their  food, 
And  feeds  the  raven's  hungry  brood. 

3  But  what  can  God  of  creatures  need? 
The  vigorous  man,  the  warlike  steed, 
The  sprightly  wit,  the  nervous  limb, 
Are  all  too  mean  delights  for  him. 

4  Yet  saints  are  fair  in  Jesus'  sight, 
He  views  his  children  with  delight, 

He  sees  their  hopes,  their  love  he  knows. 
And  on  them  heaven  at  last  bestows. 

*  Galaxy,  the  milky  way. 


PSALM  UT-  395 

PSALM  H7.    PartS.  L.  M. 

The  new  Jerusalem. 
\  PRAISE  ye  the  Lord,  let  Zion  raise 
A  thousand  voices  in  his  praise, 
While  every  street  with  joy  resounds 
And  plenty  thro  the  land  abounds. 

2  The  God  of  Israel  guards  our  coast, 
In  Israel's  God  we  make  our  boast; 
God  is  our  strength  in  every  gate, 
Head  of  the  church,  and  RgcJc  of  state. 

3  Far  from  the  trumpet's  dire  alarm, 
Our  children  sleep  secure  from  harm, 
He  feeds  them  with  his  finest  wheat, 
And  adds  his  blessing  to  their  meat. 

4  The  changing  seasons  God  ordains, 
At  his  command  it  shines  or  rains, 
His  flakes  of  snow  like  wool  descend, 
And  well  the  springing  corn  defend. 

5  He  cheers  the  plants  with  summer  dews. 
He  frost  like  ashes  'round  us  strews, 
His  icy  bands  the  rivers  hold, 

And  shivering  mortals  dread  the  cold. 

6  He  bids  the  vernal  breezes  blow, 

The  streams  dissolve,  the  waters  flow; 

The  sun  at  midday  high  appears, 

And  swiftly  rolls  along  our  years. 
v  These  are  thy  works,  almighty  King, 

But  nobler  works  than  these  we  sing, 

For  at  the  word  of  thy  command 

The  gospel  overspread  our  land. 
8  Thy  word,  O  Jesus,  swiftly  runs, 

And  far  outshines  a  thousand  suns; 

No  land  is  half  so  blest  as  ours, 

On  which  the  Lord  his  glory  pours. 
21,  2 


396  PSALM  147- 

PSALM  147.  C.  M. 
The  seasons  of  the  year. 

1  JEHOVAH  fills  the  world  with  dread, 

He  lets  his  lightnings  fly, 
The  heavens  with  clouds  are  overspread, 
His  thunders  rend  the  sky. 

2  He  sends  his  vernal  blessings  down, 

His  flowers  the  spring  adorn; 
He  makes  the  grass  the  hills  to  crown, 
And  valiies  rise  in  corn. 

3  He  gives  the  grazing  ox  his  meat, 

He  hears  the  raven's  voice; 
But  m^n,  who  tastes  his  finest  wheat, 
Should  more  in  God  rejoice. 

4  His  steady  counsels  change  the  face 

Of  the  declining  year, 
The  morning  sun  curtails*  his  race, 
And  wint'ry  days  appear. 

5  His  hoary  frost,  his  fleecy  snow, 

Descend  and  clothe  the  ground, 
The  liquid  streams  forbear  to  flow, 
In  icy  fetters  bound. 

6  When  from  his  black  tempestuous  shower, 

He  sends  his  rattling  hail, 
The  man,  who  dares  to  tempt  his  power, 
Shall  find  his  courage  fail. 

7  He  sends  his  word,  the  snow  dissolves, 

The  brooks  and  rivers  run, 
While  in  its  orbit  earth  revolves, 
And  feels  a  warmer  sun. 

8  He  makes  his  word  to  sinners  known, 

The  word  of  sure  record; 
Not  every  nation  like  our  own 
Possess  it.  Praise  the  Lord. 

*  To  curtail,  to  cut  off,  to  shorten 


PSALM  148.  397 

PSALM  148.  Proper  Meter. 
Praise  to  God  from  all  creatures. 

1  YE  sons  of  men,  unite, 

To  God  your  voices  raise, 
For  heaven  and  earth  invite 
To  sing  your  Maker's  praise-. 
Ye  heavenly  throng, 
Of  shining  hosts, 
Attend  your  posts, 
To  lead  the  song. 

2  Thou  sun  with  golden  beams, 

Adore  and  yet  behold 
His  luster  on  thee  streams, 
He  form'd  thine  eyes  of  gold. 
O  king  of  days, 
Thy  silver  queen 
By  night  is  seen 
In  borrowed  rays. 

3  Ye  glittering  stars,  assist 

To  'adorn  the  spangled  skies, 
Break  thro  the  rising  mist 

And  show  your  twinkling  eyes. 

Ye  mists  give  place, 

Nor  long  absorb 

The  shining  orb, 

That  rolls  in  space. 

4  The  joyful  worlds  above 

In  silent  songs  rejoice, 
They  sing  their  Maker's  love, 
But  not  with  human  voice. 
There  's  no  discord, 
But  every  star 

Without  a  jar  2 

Adores  the  Lord. 

5  Jehovah  wheels  them  'round 

With  all-creating  force, 


393  PSALM  145. 

Each  in  his  place  is  found, 
And  well  performs  his  course 
Almighty  poise 
Supports  them  all; 
But  they  must  fall 
With  crashing  noise. 

PAUSE  FIRST. 

6  Let  all  our  earth  born  race, 

With  yonder  worlds  of  light, 
Adore  the  God  of  grace, 
And  triumph  in  his  sight. 
Thou  liquid  salt, 
The  roiling  main, 
With  all  thy  train. 
His  name  exalt. 

7  Ye  myriad  insects  try, 

To  praise  the  King  of  kings* 
Let  every  buzing  fly, 

Display  his  beauteous  wings. 
From  God  you  came, 
His  light  illumes 
Your  shining  plumes 
With  glowing  flame. 

3  Ye  vapors,  hail  and  snow, 
His  sovreign  word  fulfill; 
Ye  tempests,  rage  and  blow. 
Obedient  to  his  will. 

Let  the  black  shower, 
With  raging  fire 
And  wind  conspire 
To  show  his  power. 
9  Ye  mountains,  bow  the  head 
At  his  imperial  nod, 
let  Sinai  hear  with  dread 
The  mandates  of  her  Gog. 


PSALM  148.  399 


Escape  his  frown, 
Nor  once  provoke 
The  dreadful  stroke 

That  casts  you  down. 

PAUSE    SECOND. 

1 0  Let  Boreas*  roar  aloud, 

And  send  to  heaven  his  cries; 
Let  thunder  from  the  cloud 
Come  rolling  thro  the  skies. 
The  base  belongs 
To  winds  alone, 
Hoarse  be  your  tone 
And  loud  your  songs. 

1 1  Ye  huni^ry  Huns,  roar 

The  tenor  strong  and  bold; 
And  while  you  God  adore, 
The  lamb  for  ever  hold. 
Rend,  rend  the  prey, 
Your  savage  paw 
Is  all  the  law 
That  whelps  obey. 

12  Ye  birds,  with  treble  notes, 

Frequent  the  groves  and  sing, 
And  warble  thro  your  throats 
The  praises  of  your  King. 
In  God  rejoice— 
Creation,  hark! 
The  morning  lark 
Has  rais'd  her  voice. 

13  Echo  with  treuch'rous  heart 

While  list'ning  to  the  grales, 
Must  catch  the  counter  part, 
And  ring  it  thro  the  vales. 
He  loves  to  mock, 
And  fuje  around 
*  Boreas,  the  north  wind. 


400  PSALM  148- 

The  hollow  sound 
From  every  rock, 

14  Ye  forests,  beot  the  time, 

And  wave  your  tops  afar, 
Your  roaring  is  sublime, 
To  fill  the  sounding  bar. 
Each  rustling  pine, 
With  music  soft, 
Must  hear  aloft 
A  song  divine. 

15  Ye  kings  and  judges  bow. 

Before  your  sovreign  Lord, 
With  songs  address  him  now, 
Nor  make  the  least  discord. 
Your  key  be  sharp, 
Let  every  king 
His  honors  sing, 
With  voice  or  harp 

16  Virgins  and  youth  engage, 

'Tis  yours  the  key  to  fix; 
Infants  with  men  of  age, 
Your  feebler  voices  mix. 
His  honors  raise, 
Let  old  and  young 
With  cheerful  tongue 
Their  Maker  praise. 

PSALM  148    L.  M. 
Universal  firaise  to  God. 
1  GLORY  to  God,  the  God  of  love, 

From  distant  worlds  where  creatures  dwell, 
Let  heaven  begin  the  song  above, 
And  sound  it  dreadful  down  to  hell, 

CHORUS. 

From  heaven  the  great  Redeemer  came 
To  save  the  world.  Praise  ye  his  name. 


PSALM  148.  401 

2  Jesus,  how  absolute  he  reigns! 

Let  every  mortal  bend  the  knee, 
Speak  of  bis  love  in  heavenly  strains, 
Who  suffer'd  on  the  accursed  tree, 

3  He  reigns  in  everlasting  day, 

How  bright  the  face  of  Jesus  is; 
Fly  thro  the  world,  O  sun,  and  say, 

"  My  face  is  dark  compared  with  his." 

4  Awake,  ye  tempests,  rage  and  lower, 

With  awful  strength  and  fury  fly, 
Your  strength  is  weakness  to  his  power, 
Who  sends  you  roaring  thro  the  sky. 

5  Ye  clouds  and  winds  and  waves  conspire, 

And  high  as  heaven  your  voices  raise ; 
Vapor  and  hail  and  snow  and  fire, 
Resound  discordant  notes  of  praise. 

6  Ye  monsters,  grown  to  dreadful  size, 

To  praise  your  Maker's  name  engage, 
For  while  his  vengence  fires  your  eyes, 
His  power  restrains  your  glowing  rage, 

7  Mountains  and  trees  and  fruitful  vines, 

Begin  your  songs  of  glory  now; 

Ye  forests,  wave  your  stately  pints, 

And  in  his  awful  presence  bow. 

8  Ye  birds,  his  praise  must  be  your  theme, 

WTho  well  for  music  form'd  your  notes, 

His  praise,  whom  impious  men  blaspheme, 

Must  warble  sweetly  thro  your  throats. 

9  Mortals,  can  you  restrain  the  tongue, 

When  nature  all  around  you  sin^s? 
OI  for  a  shout  irom  old  and  young, 
From  humble  swains  and  lofty  kings. 

10  To  Jesus  songs  of  glory  raise, 

The  praise  belongs  to  God  alone; 


402  PSALM   148. 

Loud  as  his  thunder  shout  his  praise, 
And  sound  it  high  to  reach  his  throne. 

1 1  Jehovah  Jesus,  chant  it  'round, 

With  al!  the  powers  of  charming  voice, 
Let  every  sinner  catch  the  sound, 
And  every  saint  in  God  rejoice. 

12  Speak  of  the  wonders  of  that  love, 

Which  Gabriel  plays  on  every  chord; 
Let  all  below  and  all  above, 
Sing  alleluas  to  the  Lord. 

PSALM  148.     S.  M. 
Universal  praise. 

1  LET  every  creature  try 

To  praise  the  'eternal  King; 
Let  heaven  and  earth  and  sea  and  sky? 
In  general  conceit  sing. 

2  Begin,  ye  heavenly  throngs, 

Who  stand  around  his  seat, 
Let  Gabriel  lead  the  joyful  songs, 
And  Raphael  keep  the  beat. 

3  Ye  sons  of  human  race, 

Join  with  the  virgin  band, 
And  next  to  cherubs  claim  the  place, 
Where  all  your  choirs  must  stand. 

4  Thou  sun,  with  golden  beams, 

Assist  the  silver  moon, 
Thy  Maker's  brightness  on  thee. streams, 
'Tis  God  creates  thy  noon. 

5  From  God  thy  being  came, 

Thy  parent  is  divine. 
He  form'd  thy  light  of  living  flame, 
And  thou  for  God  must  shine. 

6  Thou  moon,  with  paler  rays, 

Join  with  the  king  of  day, 


PSALM  148.  403 

Ye  starry  lights,  ye  milky  ways, 
Your  twinkling  eyes  display. 

7  Ye  vapors,  when  ye  rise, 

Or  fall  in  showers,  or  snow, 
Ye  thunders  murm'ring  'round  the  skies, 
His  power  and  glory  show. 

8  Wind,  hail,  and  flaming  fire, 

To  praise  the  Lord  agree, 
When  all  in  dreadful  storms  conspire, 
Fulfilling  his  decree. 

9  By  things  in  heaven  above 

His  honors  are  exprest; 
But  saints,  who  taste  his  saving  love, 
Should  sing  his  praises  best. 

PAUSE    FIRST. 

10  Ye  monsters  of  the  deep, 

Your  Maker's  glory  spout, 
Rouse  from  your  liquid  beds  of  sleep, 
And  lash  the  waves  about. 

1 1  Ye  lions  of  the  wood, 

His  sovreign  word  obey; 
Praise  ye  the  Lord,  the  just,  the  good, 
Who  fills  your  mouths  with  prey. 

12  Let  every  tamer  beast 

Adore  his  sacred  name; 
And  while  on  grassy  food  you  feast, 
Praise  him,  who  made  you  tame. 

13  Ye  birds  of  warbling  note, 

With  mirth  and  song  sublime, 
Frequent  the  groves,  and  there  devote 
To  God  your  sacred  time. 

14  Ye  reptiles  mean  of  birth, 

Your  tongues  his  praise  should  hiss, 
hile  basking  in  your  hours  of  mirth? 
You  feel  the  sunny  bliss. 

nr 


404  PSALM  148. 

15  Insects  the  least  of  all 

To  God  your  voices  raise, 
Nor  think  your  little  tongues  too  small 
To  sing  your  Maker's  praise. 

16  By  tongues  of  every  race, 

His  honors  are  exprest, 
But  saints,  who  know  his  heavenly  grace, 
Should  learn  to  praise  him  best. 

PAUSE    SECOND. 

1 7  Ye  rocks  of  solid  form, 

That  storms  can  never  shock, 
While  you  sustain  the  raging  storm, 

Adore  the  living  Rock. 
13  Ye  mountains,  and  ye  hills, 

Attempt  the  pleasing  strains, 
Break  forth  with  songs  in  purling*  rills. 

And  murmur  thro  the  plains. 

19  Ye  cedars  tall  and  fair, 

Ye  shrubs  and  fruitful  trees, 
Catch  from  the  hills  the  vividf  air, 
And  rustle  with  the  breeze. 

20  Monarchs  of  wide  command, 

Praise  ye  the  sovreign  King; 
Judges,  adore  the  potent  hand 

hrom  whence  your  honors  spring. 

21  Let  vigorous  youth  engage 

To  sound  his  praises  high; 
While  growing  babes  and  withering  age 
Their  feebler  voices  try. 

22  United  zeal  be  shown, 

His  wond'rous  fame  to  raise; 

God  is  the  Lord,  his  name  alone 

Deserves  our  endless  praise. 

*  Purling,  gently  flowing-. 
-  Vivid,  lively,  quick,  sprite!} 


PSALM   149.  405 

23  Let  nature  join  with  art, 

And  all  pronounce  him  blest; 
But  saints  who  dwell  so  near  his  heart, 
Should  sing  his  praises  best. 

PSALM  149.    Part  1.    C.  M. 
All  saints. 

1  PRAISE  ye  the  Lord.  Let  Greek  and  Jew 

Join  in  the  assembled  throng; 
Your  hearts  be  glad,  your  songs  be  new. 
And  Jesus  be  your  song. 

2  Let  youth  his  sacred  praise  advance, 

And  in  their  God  rejoice; 
Let  virgins  praise  him  in  the  dance, 
With  cheerful  heart  and  voice. 

3  The  Lord  takes  pleasure  in  the  just, 

Whom  sinners  treat  with  scorn; 
The  meek,  who  lie  despis'd  in  dust, 
Salvation  shall  adorn. 

4  Saints  should  be  joyful  in  their  King, 

When  on  a  dying  bed; 
And  like  the  saints  in  glory  sing, 
For  God  shall  raise  the  dead. 

5  Ye  saints,  the  hour  is  near  at  hand, 

Rejoice  with  one  accord; 
We  shall  with  Christ  in  glory  stand, 
Praise  ye  the  sovreign  Lord. 

PSALM  149.    Part  2.    C.  M 
The  invitation. 

1  THE  judgment  trumpet  sounds  aloud, 

The  Judge  himself  is  nigh; 
Behold  him  on  the  flying  cloud, 
Descending  from  on  high. 

2  The  Lord  will  on  oppressors  frown, 

And  show  the  saints  his  love; 


406  PSALM  149. 

The  prayer  of  faith  shall  bring  him  down, 
With  myriads  from  above. 

3  What  joy  his  presence  shall  afford, 

To  those  who  love  his  name; 
And  in  their  hands  his  two-edg'd  sword 
Shall  put  his  foes  to  shame. 

4  The  saints  shall  rule  with  iron  rod 

The  sinners  who  rebell, 
And  join  the  sentence  of  their  God, 
On  tyrants  doom'd  to  hell. 

5  The  written  judgments  of  our  King 

Must  be  fulfilled  at  last; 
Make  haste,  ye  fowls  of  heavenly  wing, 
And  take  your  full  repast. 

6  Come,  eat  the  pamper'd  flesh  of  those 

Who  scorn  the  judgment  hour; 
The  men,  who  dare  our  God  to  'oppose, 
Your  talons  must  devour. 

7  Behold  the  dreadful  day  begins, 

Ye  nations  quake  for  fear, 
You  must  be  punish'd  for  your  sins, 
For  Christ  the  Judge  is  near. 

8  The  bloody  tyrant  bound  with  chains, 

Shall  leave  the  world  abhorr'd; 
But  honor  for  the  saint  remains, 
Praise  ye  the  sovreign  Lord. 

PSALM  149.   L-  M. 
The  saints  triumphant. 

1  PRAISE  ye  the  Lord;  proclaim  him  King, 
Ye  saints,  his  power  and  glory  sing, 
High  in  the  church  your  voices  raise, 

In  new  melodious  songs  of  praise. 

2  Let  Israel  hear  his  sovreign  voice^ 
And  in  his  Maker's  love  rejoice; 


PSALM  150.  407 

Let  Zion's  sons,  a  chosen  race, 
Be  joyful  in  the  God  of  grace. 
The  Lord  in  virtue  takes  delight, 
His  saints  are  honor'd  in  his  sight, 
He  will  at  last  reward  the  meek, 
And  they  shall  find  the  rest  they  seek. 
Rejoice,  ye  saints,  lift  up  your  heads 
Triumphant  on  your  dying  beds; 
Rejoice  in  God,  and  sing  aloud, 
For,  lo!  he  comes  to  judge  the  proud. 
Let  the  high  praises  of  your  God 
Inspire  your  lips;  for  with  his  rod 
You  shall  subdue  the  factious  bands, 
His  two-edg'd  sword  is  in  your  hands. 
*Tis  yours  oppressors  to  pursue 
With  vengeance  long  to  tyrants  due; 
You  shall  the  power  of  kings  restrain, 
And  bind  the  nobles  with  your  chain. 
Award  the  judgment  God  decreed 
Against  the  serpent  and  his  seed, 
This  honor  to  the  just  belongs; 
Praise  ye  the  Lord  in  joyful  songs. 

PSALM  150.    C.  M. 
A  song  of  praise. 
PRAISE  ye  the  Lord,  ye  saints  below, 

With  heavenly  rapture  sing; 
Let  all  the  world  his  glory  show, 

And  make  the  churches  ring. 
Praise  him,  ye  heavenly  worlds  above/ 

How  glorious  are  his  deeds, 
How  far  the  work  of  saving  love 

Your  highest  praise  exceeds. 
O  chant  the  name  of  Jesus  round, 

Let  heaven  and  earth  rejoice; 


408  D0X0L06Y. 

Advance  his  praise  with  mixed  sound, 
From  trumpet,  harp,  and  voice. 
4  All  that  have  motion,  life  and  breath, 
Pronounce  the  Savior  blest; 

But  when  my  voice  expires  in  death. 
My  soul  shall  praise  him  best. 


THE  CHRISTIAN  DOXOLOGY. 

Long  Meter. 
TO  God  the  Father,  God  the  Son, 
And  God  the  Spirit,  three  in  one, 
Be  honor,  praise,  and  glory  given, 
By  all  on  earth  and  all  in  heaven. 

Gommon  Meter. 
ALL  honor,  praise  a. id  glory  be 

To  God's  tremeiulous  name; 
In  essence  one,  in  persons  three, 

From  endless  years  the  same. 

Short  Meter. 
WE  bless  the  sacred  one, 

Whose  nature  is  the  same, 
The  Father,  Spirit  and  the  Son, 

Jehovah  is  his  name. 

Long  Meter. 

1  TO  praise  the  sacred  one  in  three, 
Let  all  on  earth  as  one  agree, 
And  join  the  heavenly  hosts  above 
To  celebrate  his  power  and  love. 

2  The  Father  laid  the  wond'rous  plan, 
The  Son  came  down  to  die  for  man, 
The  Spirit  works  with  God  the  Son. 
And  all  the  three  subsist  in  one. 


DOXOLOGY.  409 

Common  Meter. 

1  NOW  be  the  name  of  God  ador'd, 

Who  saves  our  race  from  wo, 
But  still  employs  his  dreadful  sword 
Against  the  stubborn  foe. 

2  O  bless  the  Father,  praise  the  Son, 

Adore  the  sacred  dove, 
Resound  the  victory  Jesus  won, 
And  triumph  in  his  love. 

Short  Meter. 

1  WE  bless  the  God,  I  AM, 

Who  reigns  in  heaven  above, 
All  honor  to  the  bleeding  Lamb, 
His  love  demands  our  love. 

2  Redeem'd  from  death  and  sin 

We  praise  the  Paraclete, 
Who  doth  in  us  his  grace  begin, 
And  makes  the  work  complete. 

As  the  113th  Psalm. 
Let  heaven  and  earth  as  one  agree, 
To  praise  the  great  the  sacred  three, 

Whose  nature  and  whose  views  are  one; 
Jehovah  is  his  glorious  name, 
He  lives  from  endless  years  the  same, 

Thro  heaven  and  earth  his  will  is  done. 

As  the  148th  Psalm. 
TO  God,  the  eternal  one, 

Our  voices  now  we  raise, 
The  Father  and  the  Son, 
And  Spirit  too,  we  praise. 
God  is  the  same 
Misterious  three, 
Let  all  agree 
To  praise  his  name. 


410  DOXOLOGY. 

As  the  old  50th  Psalm. 
TO  him  who  was,  and  is,  and  is  to  be 
One  in  Jehovah,  in  Elohim  three, 
Father  of  all,  in  whom  all  creatures  live, 
Let  heaven  and  earth  to  God  the  glory  give; 
Equal  in  grace,  in  power  alike  victorious, 
The  Father,  Son,  and  Spirit  are  all  glorious. 


ERRATA. 

Page  66  line  29  from  top,  for  heaveny  read  heavenly . 

105          25,  for  has  read  Aasf. 

156  margin,  for  1810  read  1808. 
161  line  18,  for  my  read  his. 
167          18,  for  dismay  read  dismays. 

221  18,  for  display  read  displays. 

222  27,  for  %  read  *Ae. 
241          13,  for  born  read  borne. 

293          21,  for  glooming  read  gloomy. 
3  62         16,  for  /rten  </  re  ad  friejids. 

I  have  used  mine  and  JfaVie  before  a  word  beginning 
with  a  vowel  in  preference  to  the  modern  custom,  my 
and  thy.  Neither  way  in  my  judgment  is  quite  poeti- 
cal; but  to  make  it  so  the  words  mine  and  thine  should 
be  pronounced  as  if  written  min  and  thin  and  slightly 
accented.  Before  a  word  beginning  with  h  I  have 
used  my  and  mine,  thy  and  thine  indifferently . 


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